He who is not just is severe, he who is not wise is sad.

It is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part.

History is filled with the sound of silken slippers going downstairs and wooden shoes coming up.

But in this country it is necessary, now and then, to put one admiral to death in order to inspire the others to fight.

The multitude of books is making us ignorant.

This agglomeration which was called and which still calls itself the Holy Roman Empire was neither holy, nor Roman, nor an empire.

The passions are the winds which fill the sails of the vessel; they sink it at times, but without them it would be impossible to make way.