EDGAR QUINET

The ceding of Alsace-Lorraine is nothing but war in perpetuity under the mask of peace.

What we share with another ceases to be our own.

Universal orthodoxy is enriched by every new discovery of truth: what at first appeared universal, by wishing to stand still, sooner or later becomes a sect.

Time is the fairest and toughest judge.

It is certain that if you would have the whole secret of a people, you must enter into the intimacy of their religion.

The law of humanity ought to be composed of the past, the present, and the future, that we bear within us; whoever possesses but one of these terms, has but a fragment of the law of the moral world.

Science is Christian, not when it condemns itself to the letter of things, but when, in the infinitely little, it discovers as many mysteries and as much depth and power as in the infinitely great.

What are all political and social institutions, but always a religion, which in realizing itself, becomes incarnate in the world?

An effeminate education weakens both the mind and the body.

Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella, the hyacinth flourishes in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins of Numantia; while around them cities have changed their masters and their names, collided and smashed, disappeared into nothingness, their peaceful generations have crossed down the ages as fresh and smiling as on the days of battle.

An effeminate education weakens both the mind and the body.

It is certain that if you would have the whole secret of a people, you must enter into the intimacy of their religion.

Universal orthodoxy is enriched by every new discovery of truth: what at first appeared universal, by wishing to stand still, sooner or later becomes a sect.

The law of humanity ought to be composed of the past, the present, and the future, that we bear within us; whoever possesses but one of these terms, has but a fragment of the law of the moral world.

What we share with another ceases to be our own.

Time is the fairest and toughest judge.

Science is Christian, not when it condemns itself to the letter of things, but when, in the infinitely little, it discovers as many mysteries and as much depth and power as in the infinitely great.

Today as in the time of Pliny and Columella, the hyacinth flourishes in Wales, the periwinkle in Illyria, the daisy on the ruins of Numantia; while around them cities have changed their masters and their names, collided and smashed, disappeared into nothingness, their peaceful generations have crossed down the ages as fresh and smiling as on the days of battle.

The ceding of Alsace-Lorraine is nothing but war in perpetuity under the mask of peace.

What are all political and social institutions, but always a religion, which in realizing itself, becomes incarnate in the world?

I mistrust the satisfaction which makes a display of the possession of Infinity; that is called fatuity in philosophic terms.