One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface.
Knowledge is a weight added to conscience.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
The flesh is the cover of the unknown.
Memory is a gulf that a word can move to its lowest depths.
He who is not master of his own thoughts is not accountable for his own deeds.
He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.
Almost all our desires, when examined, contain what we dare not avow.