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

There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real

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.

Everything bows to success, even grammar.

I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.

You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.