A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress on what is deeply felt.

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.

Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

No human creature can give orders to love.

Every historian discloses a new horizon.