Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
Progress is not accomplished in one stage.
To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.
What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.
There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.
Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.