Do we not all spend the greater part of our lives under the shadow of an event that has not yet come to pass?

Justice is the very last thing of all wherewith the universe concerns itself. It is equilibrium that absorbs its attention.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together, that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are henceforth to rule.

It is death that is the guide of our life, and our life has no goal but death.

Nothing befalls us that is not of the nature of ourselves. There comes no adventure but wears to our soul the shape of our everyday thoughts.

It is the evil that lies in ourselves that is ever least tolerant of the evil that dwells within others.

It is from reason that justice springs, but goodness is born of wisdom.

When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.

We are never the same with others as when we are alone; we are different, even, when we are in the dark with them.

To have known how to change the past into a few saddened smiles-is this not to master the future?