Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.

Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art.

Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!

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.

From a political point of view, there is but one principle, the sovereignty of man over himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty

My misfortune is that I still resemble a man too much. I should liked to be wholly a beast like that goat. - Quasimodo