If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, call it To-morrow. To-morrow fulfils its work irresistibly, and it is already fulfilling it to-day. It.
In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the mystery of tongues. To paint with words, which contains figures one knows not how or why, is the primitive foundation of all human languages, what may be called their granite.
Her heart turned dark at the place that had been his.
Youth, even in its sorrows, always possesses its own peculiar radiance.
What is Waterloo? A victory? No. The winning number in the lottery.
The peculiarity of a language which is desirous of saying all yet concealing all is that it is rich in figures. Metaphor is an enigma, wherein the thief who is plotting a stroke, the prisoner who is arranging an escape, take refuge.
One can perish from being undermined as well as from being struck by lightning.
Nothing could be so poignant and so terrible as this face, wherein was displayed all that may be designated as the evil of the good.
It is the property of grief to cause the childish side of man to reappear.
She is resigned, with that resignation resembling indifference as death resembles sleep.
As long as he has for refrain nothing but la Carmagnole, he only overthrows Louis XVI.; make him sing the Marseillaise, and he will free the world.
Revolution is the accession of the peoples, and, at the bottom, the People is Man.
The realities of the soul are none the less realities because they are not visible and palpable.
He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In.
Los grandes acontecimientos tienen consecuencias incalculables.
I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors.” The.
He who has not been a determined accuser during prosperity should hold his peace in adversity.
He did not understand how men could busy themselves with hating each other because of silly stuff like the charter, democracy, legitimacy, monarchy, the republic, etc., when there were in the world all sorts of mosses, grasses, and shrubs which they might be looking at, and.
As we have just observed, nothing trains children to silence like unhappiness.
She flourishes and grows green amid ruins; she has ivy for the stones and love for man.