The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. |
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come. |
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. |
I don't mind what Congress does, as long as they don't do it in the streets and frighten the horses. |
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh. |
It is from books that wise people derive consolation in the troubles of life. |
Evil. Mistrust those who rejoice at it even more than those who do it. |
Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence. |
The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone. |
We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery still exists, but now it applies only to women and its name is prostitution. |
Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime. |
To think is of itself to be useful; it is always and in all cases a striving toward God. |
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself. |
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. |
Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal. |
An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise. |
There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees. |
When liberty returns, I will return. |
Those who live are those who fight. |
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain. |