Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.

Justice has its anger, my lord Bishop, and the wrath of justice is an element of progress. Whatever else may be said of it, the French Revolution was the greatest step forward by mankind since the coming of Christ. It was unfinished, I agree, but still it was sublime. It released the untapped springs of society; it softened hearts, appeased, tranquilized, enlightened, and set flowing through the world the tides of civilization. It was good. The French Revolution was the anointing of humanity.

Great perils have this beauty, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers.

Despotism is a long crime.

Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.

True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their destinies, as that which they do.

To know, to think, to dream. That is everything.