We say that slavery has vanished from European civilization, but this is not true. Slavery still exists, but now it applies only to women and its name is prostitution.
We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.
The little people must be sacred to the big ones, and it is from the rights of the weak that the duty of the strong is comprised.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage; they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.
I don’t mind what Congress does, as long as they don’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses.
There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one’s soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.
Whenever a man’s friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble; in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ; it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both.
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.
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, – and the stars through his soul.
It is most pleasant to commit a just action which is disagreeable to someone whom one does not like.