It's often our best friends who make us fall
Success is a very hideous thing. Its false resemblance to merit deceives men.
Let us leave to the brain what belongs to it, and agree that the work of the men of genius is of the superhuman, the offspring of man.
In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
A stout heart may be ruined in fortune but not in spirit.
The persistence of an all-absorbing idea is terrible.
To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.
It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.
There is nothing like a dream to create the future.
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men
Since we shall love each other, I shall be great and you shall be rich.
Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time. Victor
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.
Life is a flower of which love is honey.
The sewer is the conscience of the city.
I see black light (his last words)
Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.
The women laughed and wept; the crowd stamped their feet enthusiastically, for at that moment Quasimodo was really beautiful. He was handsome â€” this orphan, this foundling, this outcast.
It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.
It has become necessary to call the attention of European governments to a fact which is apparently so insignificant that the governments seem not to notice it. The fact is this: an entire people is being annihilated. Where? In Europe. Are there witnesses? One witness, the entire world. Do the gover
Love, in the eyes of the world, is either a carnal appetite or a vague fancy, which possession extinguishes or absence destroys. That is why it is commonly said, with a strange abuse of words, that passion does not endure.
One cannot resist an idea whose time has come.
Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.
Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.
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.
Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age. Victor
The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its details, whatever gaps, exceptions, or weaknesses it may contain, treats of the advance from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from falsity to truth, from darkness to daylight, from blind appeti
The flesh is the surface of the unknown.
Men are still men. The despot's wickedness Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess,-- Comes of the purple he from childhood wears, Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.