There is a star above us which unites souls of the first order, though worlds and ages separate them.

Life becomes useless and insipid when we have no longer either friends or enemies.

God has neither form nor shape under which we can know Him; when he speaks of Himself in metaphors and similes, He is adapting Himself to our foolishness, our limited capacity.

It is necessary to try to surpass one's self always; this occupation ought to last as long as life.

As you know, no one over thirty years of age is afraid of tittle-tattle. I myself find it much less difficult to strangle a man than to fear him.