One kiss, and that was everything.
Napoleon was accustomed to gaze steadily at war; he never added up the heart-rending details, cipher by cipher; ciphers mattered little to him, provided that they furnished the total, victory; he was...
Let no one misunderstand our idea; we do not confound what are called 'political opinions' with that grand aspiration after progress with that sublime patriotic, democratic, and human faith, which, in...
I was dying when you came.
He said, moreover, Teach those who are ignorant as many things as possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This...
Counterfeits of the past, under new names, may easily be mistaken for the future. The past, that ghostly traveler, is liable to forge his papers. We must be wary of the trap. The past has a face which...
All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings. We lack air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. Suffocation of the soul.
A good mayor is a useful person. How can you hold back when you have the chance to do good?
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise...
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
A man is not idle because he is absorbed in thought. There is a visible labour and there is an invisible labour.
If you would civilize a man begin with his grandmother.
Tall and thin, Mademoiselle Baptistine was a pale and gentle person. She was the incarnation of the word 'respectable,' whereas to be 'venerable,' a woman should lso be a mother.
Initiative is doing the right thing without being told.
A war between Europeans is a civil war.
To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
Extremity.
Evil condoned wears the mask of benevolence
Youth is the future smiling at a stranger, which is itself.
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are done, we recognize one thing: that the human race has been badly manhandled, but that it has moved forward.