France is great because she is France.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.
Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.
Ma vie est une Ã©nigme dont ton nom est le mot. (My life is an enigma, of which your name is the word.)
Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise.
Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.
We would be ashamed of our best behavior if the people knew the motives of our behaving so.
The convent, which belongs to the West as it does to the East, to antiquity as it does to the present time, to Buddhism and Muhammadanism as it does to Christianity, is one of the optical devices whereby man gains a glimpse of infinity.
Take all reasonable advantage of that which the present may offer you. It is the only time which is ours. Yesterday is buried forever, and to-morrow we may never see.
It is God who makes woman beautiful, it is the devil who makes her pretty.
A republic may be called the climate of civilization.
Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken
It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.
That men saw his mask, but the bishop saw his face. That men saw his life, but the bishop saw his conscience.
If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.
You say, "Where goest Thou?" I cannot tell, And still go on. But if the way be straight I cannot go amiss: before me lies Dawn and the day: the night behind me: that Suffices me: I break the bounds: I see, And nothing more; believe and nothing less. My future is not one of my concerns.
It is a terrible thing to be happy! How pleased we are with it! How all-sufficient we think it! How, being in possession of the false aim of life, happiness, we forget the true aim, duty!
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic. Victor Hug
Houses are like the human beings that inhabit them.
The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.
If you don't build castles in the air you won't build anything on the ground.
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation.
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 da
The peculiarity of sunrise is to make us laugh at all our terrors of the night, and our laugh is always proportioned to the fear we have had.
The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.
Hypocrisy is nothing, in fact, but a horrible hopefulness.
Philosophy is the microscope of thought.
The man who does not know other languages, unless he is a man of genius, necessarily has deficiencies in his ideas.
God is behind everything, but everything hides God.
The beginning as well as the end of all his thoughts was hatred of human law, that hatred which, if it be not checked in its growth by some providential event, becomes, in a certain time, hatred of society, then hatred of the human race, and then hatred of creation, and reveals itself by a vague and