France lost a great novel last night.

As for methods of prayer, all of them are good as long as they are sincere.

There is no more sovereign eloquence than the truth in indignation.

You preserve your shame but you kill your glory.

The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.

The spirit of God, like the sun, always gives all its light at once. The spirit of man resembles the pale moon, which has its phases, its absences and its returns, its lucidity and its spots, its fullness and its disappearance, which borrows all its light from the rays of the sun, and which still dares to intercept them on occasion.

I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.