Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.

There is a spectacle more grand than the sea; it is heaven; there is a spectacle more grand than heaven; it is the conscience.

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.

If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.

My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.

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.

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