Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

Anger may be foolish and absurd, and one may be wrongly irritated, but a man never feels outraged unless in some respect he is fundamentally right.

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

Freedom begins where it ends ignorance.

Sire, you are looking at a plain man, and I am looking at a great man. Each of us may benefit.

To contemplate is to look at shadows.