Je hais vos idées, mais je me ferait tuer pour que vous ayez le droit de les exprimer.I hate your ideas, but I would have myself killed so that you could have the right to expres them.

The smaller the heart, the bigger the hate it shelters.

The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.

The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.