Seeing so much poverty everywhere makes me think that God is not rich. He gives the appearance of it, but I suspect some financial difficulties.

There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.

A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.

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

Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others, they are dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or slander.

He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.

In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave.... Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.