At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.

There is no soul that does not respond to love, for the soul of man is a guest that has gone hungry these centuries back.

No living creature, not even man, has achieved, in the centre of his sphere, what the bee has achieved in her own: and were some one from another world to descend and ask of the earth the most perfect creation of the logic of life, we should needs have to offer the humble comb of honey.

Men's weaknesses are often necessary to the purposes of life.

What man is there that does not laboriously, though all unconsciously, himself fashion the sorrow that is to be the pivot of his life.

In the world which we know, among the different and primitive geniuses that preside over the evolution of the several species, there exists not one, excepting that of the dog, that ever gave a thought to the presence of man.