Death belongs to God alone; by what right do men touch that unknown thing?
To rise at six, to dine at ten, To sup at six, to sleep at ten, Makes a man live for ten times ten.
I see black light (his last words)
Where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incident, chaos will soon reign.
Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life.
A creditor is worse than a slave-owner; for the master owns only your person, but a creditor owns your dignity, and can command it.
These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps
One drop of wine is enough to redden a whole glass of water.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.
A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.
There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.
They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.
Morality is truth in full bloom.
To know how to distinguish the agitation arising from covetousness, from the agitation arising from principles, to fight the one and aid the other, in this lies the genius and the power of great revolutionary leaders.
You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.
The spirit of God, like the sun, always gives all its light at once. The spirit of man resembles the pale moon, which has its phases, its absences and its returns, its lucidity and its spots, its fullness and its disappearance, which borrows all its light from the rays of the sun, and which still dares to intercept them on occasion.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
Every day has its great grief or its small anxiety. ... One cloud is dispelled, another forms. There is hardly one day in a hundred of real joy and bright sunshine.
Men like me are impossible until the day when they become necessary.
Happiness wishes everybody happy.
If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.
To breathe Paris is to preserve one's soul.
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
If I were Jesus Christ, I would save Judas.
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