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| One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary people; and on the other hand one cannot be a good historian of this inner life without taking into account outward events where these are relevant. They are two orders of fact which reflect each other, which are always linked and which sometimes provoke each other. | | Uncategorized | |
| One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation. | | Uncategorized | |
| Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds. | | Uncategorized | |
| Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Popularity? It is glory's small change | | Celebrity | |
| Popularity? It's glory's small change. | | Glory | |
| Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march. Progress advances, it makes the great human and earthly journey towards what is heavenly and divine; it has its pauses, when it | | Art; Progress | |
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| Science says the first word on everything, and the last word on nothing | | Uncategorized | |
| Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of | | Absence; Relationships | |
| Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time | | Uncategorized | |
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| Society is a republic. When an individual tries to lift themselves above others, they are dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or slander. | | Uncategorized | |
| Sorrow is a fruit. God does not make it grow on limbs too weak to bear it. | | Sorrow | |
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| Such is the remorseless progression of human society, shedding lives and souls as it goes on its way. It is an ocean into which men sink who have been cast out by the law and consigned, with help most cruelly withheld, to moral death. The sea is the pitiless social darkness into which the penal system casts those it has condemned, an unfathomable waste of misery. The human soul, lost in those depths, may become a corpse. Who shall revive it? | | Uncategorized | |
| Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed. | | Uncategorized | |
| The book which the reader now holds in his hands, from one end to the other, as a whole and in its details, whatever gaps, exceptions, or weaknesses it may contain, treats of the advance from evil to good, from injustice to justice, from falsity to truth, from darkness to daylight, from blind appetite to conscience, from decay to life, from bestiality to duty, from Hell to Heaven, from limbo to God. Matter itself is the starting-point, and the point of arrival is the soul. Hydra at the beginning, an angel at the end. | | Uncategorized | |
