“It is only by prudence, wisdom, and dexterity, that great ends are attained and obstacles overcome. Without these qualities nothing succeeds.”

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.

Show me a family of readers, and I will show you the people who move the world.

You don’t reason with intellectuals. You shoot them.

The herd seek out the great, not for their sake but for their influence; and the great welcome them out of vanity or need.

When a government is dependent upon bankers for money, they and not the leaders of the government control the situation, since the hand that gives is above the hand that takes. Money has no motherland; financiers are without patriotism and without decency; their sole object is gain.

Variety made the Revolution. Liberty was just a pretext.

There are in the world, two powers. The sword and the spirit. The spirit has always vanquished the sword.

Ability is of little account without opportunity.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

Courage is like love, it must have hope for nourishment.

When you have an enemy in your power, deprive him of the means of ever injuring you.

Impossible is the word found only in a fool’s dictionary. Wise people create opportunities for themselves and make everything possible

There is a joy in danger.

History is a set of lies agreed upon.

I know he’s a good general, but is he lucky?

The greatest danger occurs at the moment of victory

Enlightenment is, in the end, nothing more than the natural state of being.

We must leave the entire collection of conditioned thought behind and let ourselves be led by the inner thread of silence into the unknown, beyond where all paths end, to that place where we go innocently or not at all, not once but continually.

It’s not your end goal that gives life to your required actions, it’s your required actions that give life to your end goal.

Now don’t think that awakening is the end. Awakening is the end of seeking, the end of the seeker, but it is the beginning of a life lived from your true nature.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

There is only one thing about which I shall have no regrets when my life ends.

And lo I am with you always, even to the very end of the age.

I’ll make me a nice comfortable garment to shut out the heat and the cold,’ and then it ends by becoming a strait-jacket.