All who suffer are full of hatred; all who live drag a remorse: the dead alone have broken their chains.

Phenomena intersect; to see but one is to see nothing.

Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?

A day will come when markets, open to trade, and minds, open to ideas, will become the sole battlefield.

People do not read stupidities with impunity.

The onward march of the human race requires that the heights around it constantly blaze with noble lessons of courage. Deeds of daring dazzle history and form one of man's guiding lights.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.