Wherever the Turkish hoof trods, no grass grows.

These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star on his brow.

Civilization survives on the constant discovery of amity and an equal supply of damnation.

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

Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.