Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
Rhyme, that enslaved queen, that supreme charm of our poetry, that creator of our meter.
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.
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.
France is great because she is France.
He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.