“On the earth, even in the darkest night, the light never wholly abandons his rule. It is diffused and subtle, but little as may remain, the retina of the eye is sensible of it.”

While there is life there is hope. I beg to assert…that as long as a man’s heart beats, as long as a man’s flesh quivers, I do not allow that a being gifted with thought and will can allow himself to despair.

I say, you do have a heart!” “Sometimes,” he replied, “when I have the time.

I wanted to see what no one had yet observed, even if I had to pay for this curiosity with my life.

An energetic man will succeed where an indolent one would vegetate and inevitably perish.

Whatever one man is capable of imagining, other men will prove themselves capable of realizing.

What pen can describe this scene of marvellous horror; what pencil can portray it?

We are of opinion that instead of letting books grow moldy behind an iron grating, far from the vulgar gaze, it is better to let them wear out by being read.

Anything a man can imagine, another can create.

If there were no thunder, men would have little fear of lightning.

It’s really useful to travel, if you want to see new things.

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

Man is never perfect nor contented.

However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten

I can undertake and persevere even without hope of success.

Reality provides us with facts so romantic that imagination itself could add nothing to them.

It seems wisest to assume the worst from the beginning, and let anything better come as a surprise.