Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven.

Quote by Alphonse De Lamartine

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The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my...

The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my...

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

There is a woman at the begining of all great things.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are...

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are...

A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.

A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.

Museums are the cemeteries of the arts

Museums are the cemeteries of the arts

Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.

Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.

If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on...

If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on...

Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.

Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them...

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them...

Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common...

Grief and sadness knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common...

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.

There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.

There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.

Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities...

Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities...