Love, thine is the future. Death, I use thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, there shall be in the future neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance nor blood for blood.
Dark Error’s other hidden side is truth.
Hypocrisy is nothing, in fact, but a horrible hopefulness.
The nearer I approach the end, the plainer I hear around me the immortal symphonies of the worlds which invite me. It is marvelous, yet simple.
There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.
Waterloo is a battle of the first rank won by a captain of the second.
For, to make deserts, God, who rules mankind, Begins with kings, and ends the work by wind.
There is a secret drawer in every woman’s heart.
I am for religion, against religions.
Every man is a book in which God himself writes.
The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young.
Social prosperity means man happy, the citizen free, the nation great.
Right is right only when entire.
Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.
A sewer is a cynic. It tells All.
Great grief is a divine and terrible radiance which transfigures the wretched.
Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.
Nature, like a kind and smiling mother, lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time, especially in that kind of mock rurality, ugly but odd, and partaking of two natures, which surrounds certain large cities, particularly Paris.
For sight is woman-like and shuns the old.