A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.

Idleness, pleasure, what abysses! To do nothing is a dreary course to take, be sure of it. To live idle upon the substance of society! To be useless, that is to say, noxious! This leads straight to the lowest depth of misery.

Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.

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

A day will come when a cannon will be exhibited in museums, just as instruments of torture are now, and the people will be astonished that such a thing could have been.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.