The wise man does not grow old, but ripens.

A stand can be made against invasion by an army; no stand can be made against invasion by an idea.

His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

God created the flirt as soon as he made the fool.

Can human nature ever be wholly and radically transformed? Can the man whom God made good be made wicked by man? Can the soul be reshaped in its entirety by destiny and made evil because destiny is evil? Can the heart become misshapen and afflicted with ugly, incurable deformities under disproportionate misfortune, like a spinal column bent beneath a too low roof?

Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions

A republic may be called the climate of civilization.