Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.

Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.

Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.

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

No religion but blasphemes a little.

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.

I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last, and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.