My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests upon anything but what is elevated and great.
Death has its revelations: the great sorrows which open the heart open the mind as well; light comes to us with our grief. As for me, I have faith; I believe in a future life. How could I do otherwise? My daughter was a soul; I saw this soul. I touched it, so to speak.