In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clenched fist none.

Crime is redeemed by remorse, but not by a blow of the axe or slipknot. Blood has to be washed by tears but not by blood.

For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.

He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.

Concision in style, precision in thought, decision in life.

There have been in this century only one great man and one great thing: Napoleon and liberty. For want of the great man, let us have the great thing.

Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.