The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

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

The wind of revolutions is not tractable.

The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its details, whatever gaps, exceptions, or weaknesses it may contain, treats of the advance from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from falsity to truth, from darkness to daylight, from blind appetite to conscience, from decay to life, from bestiality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from limbo to God. Matter itself is the starting-point, and the point of arrival is the soul. Hydra at the beginning, an angel at the end.

Man does not understand nor accept immortality except on condition of self-remembrance.

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

Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.