It is up to us to cultivate our garden.

It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.

Everything you say should be true, but not everything true should be said.

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

Tears are the silent language of grief.

What would constitute useful history? That which should teach us our duties and our rights, without appearing to teach them.

Love is a cloth which imagination embroiders.