Historians are gossips who tease the dead

One always speaks badly when one has nothing to say.

If you want to know who controls you, look at who you are not allowed to criticize.

There is no such thing as an accident. What we call by that name is the effect of some cause which we do not see.

Even in those cities which seem to enjoy the blessings of peace, and where the arts florish, the inhabitants are devoured by envy, cares and anxieties, which are greater plagues than any expirienced in a town when it is under siege.

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.