The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

But the truth was that he died from solitude, the enemy known but to few on this Earth, and whom only the simplest of us are fit to withstand. The brilliant Costaguanaro of the boulevards had died from solitude and want of faith in himself and others.

Strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

Who could tell what forms, what visions, what faces, what forgiveness he could see in the glow of the west!

We live, as we dream, alone

The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.

All a man can betray is his conscience.

Having had to encounter single-handed during his period of eclipse many physical dangers, he was well aware of the most dangerous element common to them all: of the crushing, paralysing sense of human littleness, which is what really defeats a human struggling with natural forces, alone, far from the eyes of his fellows.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.

You shall judge a man by his foes as well as by his friends.

All ambitions are lawful except those that climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

Words, as is well known, are great foes of reality.

We live as we dream - alone.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

They wanted facts. Facts! They demanded facts from him, as if facts could explain anything.

Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.

The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.

The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.

Action is consolatory. It is the enemy of thought and the friend of illusions.

What makes mankind tragic is not that they are the victims of nature, it is that they are conscious of it.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task since it consists principally in dealing with men.

For the great mass of mankind, the only saving grace needed is a steady fidelity to what is nearest to hand and heart for the short moment of each human effort.

Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.