Sometimes he used a spade in his garden, and sometimes he read and wrote. He had but one name for these two kinds of labor; he called them gardening. ‘The Spirit is a garden,’ said he

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame. If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

People do not lack strength; they lack will.

Nothing is more true, more real, than the primeval magnetic disturbances that two souls may communicate to one another, through the tiny sparks of a moment's glance.

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

France is great because she is France.