Whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery has been the garment of the human race; the moment has at length arrived for tearing off that rag, and for replacing, upon the naked limbs of the Man-People, the sinister fragment of the past with the grand purple robe of the dawn.

Habit is the nursery of errors.

I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.

Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.

Those who always pray are necessary to those who never pray.

The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.

A strange thing has happened, do you know? I am in darkness. There is a person who, departing, took away the sun.