You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder...
The brain is a tool that gets rusty without constant, albeit moderate, exercise.
The most honest of men is the one who thinks and acts best, but the most powerful is the one who writes and speaks best.
You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
Every historian discloses a new horizon.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
The artist vocation is to send light into the human heart.
One approaches the journey’s end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.
There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.
It is always the best friends who are neglected and ignored.
There is but on virtue – the eternal sacrifice of self.
Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.
When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you...
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
No one makes a revolution by himself.
Where love is absent there can be no woman.
O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.
Humanity is outraged in me and with me.
No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.