If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.
Daring is the price of progress. All splendid conquests are the prize of boldness, more or less.
The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness.
Wonderful nature has a double meaning, which dazzles great minds and blinds uncultivated souls. When man is ignorant, when the desert is filled with visions, the darkness of solitude is added to the darkness of intelligence; hence, in man, the possibilities of perdition