Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
We need those who pray constantly to compensate for those who do not pray at all.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.
We do not comprehend everything, but we insult nothing.
Wide horizons lead the soul to broad ideas; circumscribed horizons engender narrow ideas; this sometimes condemns great hearts to become small minded.Broad ideas hated by narrow ideas,-this is the very struggle of progress.