As was his language so was his life.

There exists no more difficult art than living.

Shall I tell you what the real evil is? To cringe to the things that are called evils, to surrender to them our freedom, in defiance of which we ought to face any suffering.

You want to live-but do you know how to live? You are scared of dying-and, tell me, is the kind of life you lead really any different from being dead?

Calamity is virtue's opportunity.

To be always fortunate, and to pass through life with a soul that has never known sorrow, is to be ignorant of one half of nature.

No one loves his country for its size or eminence, but because it's his own.