Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

What dangers you run, O noble souls! Often, you give your heart, but we take only your body. Your heart is left to you and you look at it in the shadows and shudder.

Don't educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.

He who is not master of his own thoughts is not accountable for his own deeds.

During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.

The wind of revolutions is not tractable.

There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.