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 makes night within us may leave stars.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
The flesh is the cover of the unknown.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
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.