Of all the possessions of this life fame is the noblest; when the body has sunk into the dust the great name still lives.

Nothing leads to good that is not natural.

Opposition always inflames the enthusiast, never converts him.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

I would like for my books to have been recognized posthumously, at least in capitalist countries, where they turn you into a kind of merchandise.

There is nothing of which we are apt to be so lavish as of Time, and about which we ought to be more solicitous; since without it we can do nothing in this Wor…

Yet leaving here a name, I trust, That will not perish in the dust.