One magic word today seems capable of compensating for all sufferings, resolving all anxieties, avenging the past, curing present ills, summing up all future possibilities: that word is revolution . . . This word has aroused such pure acts of devotion, has repeatedly caused such generous blood to be shed, has constituted for so many unfortunates the only source of courage for living, that it is almost a sacrilege to investigate it; all this, however, does not prevent it from possibly being meaningless.

The future is made of the same stuff as the present.

To make use … of the sufferings that chance inflicts upon us is better than inflicting discipline upon oneself.

Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.