A compliment is something like a kiss through a veil.
I put a Phrygian cap on the old dictionary.
There is no such thing as a little country. The greatness of a people is no more determined by their numbers than the greatness of a man is by his height.
Because one doesn't like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God.
Fashions have done more harm than revolutions.
When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.
He who is not capable of enduring poverty is not capable of being free.
To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
Wisdom is a sacred communion.
Idleness is the heaviest of all oppressions.
One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.
The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.
Freedom in art, freedom in society, this is the double goal towards which all consistent and logical minds must strive.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.
Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.
It is often necessary to know how to obey a woman in order sometimes to have the right to command her.
When God desires to destroy a thing, he entrusts its destruction to the thing itself. Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.
Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.
It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.
A war between Europeans is a civil war.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labor and there is an invisible labor.
Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.
Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.