Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.

Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.

What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.

Despotism is a long crime.

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

No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of a veil or cassock, those two shrouds of human invention.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.