Treason, which begins by being cautious, ends by betraying itself.

The reason that women are so much more sociable than men is because they act more from the heart than the intellect.

Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination.

What mortal is there, over whose first joys and happiness does not break some storm, dispelling with its icy breath his fanciful illusions, and shattering his altar?

Newspapers will ultimately engross all literature.

There is no man more complete than the one who travelled a lot, who changed the shape of his thoughts and his life twenty times.

It is in the habits of lawyers that every accusation appears insufficient if they do not exaggerate it even to calumny; it is thus that justice itself loses its sanctity and its respect amongst men.

It is because of the servility of photography that I am fundamentally contemptuous of this chance invention which will never be an art but which plagiarizes nature by means of optics. (1848).

Enthusiasm is the intoxication of earnestness.

Too much I've seen, and felt, and lov'd in life, Living I come to seek Lethaean calm; Let me, fair scenes! forget all worldly strife, Oblivion solely is my bosom's balm.

Radicalism is but the desperation of logic.

Hence life, as through a cloud, for me I see Vanish, and to the past's dark shade 'tis chas'd; As a grand image love remains to me -- Sole remnant of a dream, by morn effac'd.

Esteem incites friendship, but not love; the former is the twin brother of Reverence; the latter is the child of Equality.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven.

Death, with funereal shades in vain surrounds me, My reason through his darkness seeth light: 'Tis the last step which brings me close to Thee: 'Tis the veil falling, 'twixt Thy face and mine.

Barbarism recommences by the excess of civilization.

Women have much more heart and much more imagination than men; hence, fancy often allures them.

Enthusiasm springs from the imagination, and self-sacrifice from the heart. Women are, therefore, more naturally heroic than men. All nations have in their annals some of these miracles of patriotism, of which woman is the instrument in the hands of God.

But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds proclaim, The month most cherish'd backwards bends his way!

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.