Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Sacrificing the earth for paradise is giving up the substance for the shadow.

The little people must be sacred to the big ones, and it is from the rights of the weak that the duty of the strong is comprised.

And, moreover, when it happens that both are sincere and good, nothing will mix and amalgamate more easily than an old priest and an old soldier. In reality, they are the same kind of man. One has devoted himself to country upon earth, the other to his country in heaven; there is no other difference.

Between the government which does evil and the people who accept it - there is a certain shameful solidarity.

As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.