There is a material advancement; we desire it. There is, also, a moral grandeur; we hold fast to it.

Conscience is God present in man.

To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.

Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.

Does there exist an Infinity outside ourselves? Is that infinity One, immanent and permanent, necessarily having substance, since He is infinite and if He lacked matter He would be limited, necessarily possessing intelligence since He is infinite and, lacking intelligence, He would be in that sense finite. Does this Infinity inspire in us the idea of essense, while to ourselves we can only attribute the idea of existence? In order words, is He not the whole of which we are but the part?

The greatest products of architecture are less the works of individuals than of society; rather the offspring of a nation's effort, than the inspired flash of a man of genius.

To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.