Great buildings, like great mountains, are the work of centuries.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
[T]he small is great, the great is small; all is in equilibrium in necessity.
There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps