Do you know what friendship is... it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.

Wisdom and eloquence are not always united.

Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.

Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.

Enthusiasm is the fever of reason.

Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise.

No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep.