There are fathers who do not love their children; there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.
By putting forward the hands of the clock you shall not advance the hour.
The brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are over we realize this: that the human race has been roughly handled, but that it has advanced.
Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.
Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.
A society that admits misery, a humanity that admits war, seem to me an inferior society and a debased humanity; it is a higher society and a more elevated humanity at which I am aiming - a society without kings, a humanity without barriers.
My childhood began, as everybody's childhood begins, with prejudices. Man finds prejudices beside his cradle, puts them from him a little in the course of his career, and often, alas! takes to them again in his old age.
Almost all our desires, when examined, contain something too shameful to reveal.
It is by suffering that human beings become angels.
Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.
We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.
Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
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.
Thought is more than a right - it is the very breath of man. Whoever fetters thought attacks man himself. To speak, to write, to publish, are things, so far as the right is concerned, absolutely identical. They are the ever-enlarging circles of intelligence in action; they are the sonorous waves of thought.
Prayer is an august avowal of ignorance.
