These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.

To live a life which is a perpetual falsehood is to suffer unknown tortures.

One cannot resist an idea whose time has come.

It is those books which a man possesses but does not read which constitute the most suspicious evidence against him.

Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.

The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.

Everything speaks: the flowing airstream and the sailing halycon, the blade of grass, the flower, the bud, the element; did you imagine the universe to be otherwise?