People don’t cry when they lose their hope. They cry when they get it back.
The multitude which is not brought to act as a unity, is confusion. That unity which has not its origin in the multitude is tyranny.
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Unless we love the truth we cannot know it.
Cold words freeze people, and hot words scorch them, and bitter words make them bitter, and wrathful words make them wrathful. Kind words also produce their own image on men's souls; and a beautiful image it is. They smooth, and quiet, and comfort the hearer.
Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.
Kind words do not cost much. They never blister the tongue or lips. They make other people good-natured. They also produce their own image on men's souls, and a beautiful image it is.
The older we get the more we seem to think that everything was better in the past.
For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.
We humans are obsessed with lights. . . Perhaps it is our way of hurling the constellations back at the sky.
Get back on that bike.