Life’s great happiness is to be convinced we are loved.
Dream no small dreams. They have no power to stir the hearts of men.
Night sometimes lends such tragic assistance to catastrophe.
If you ask the great city, ‘Who is this person?,’ she will answer, ‘He is my child.
It is only barbarous nations who have a sudden growth after a victory
Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.
Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.
Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.
In joined hands there is still some token of hope, in the clinched fist none.
Sans la moindre métaphore et dans toute l’acception du mot, vivre, c’est brûler.