1790 – 1869 • French • Poet
Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.
Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.
The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.
Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.
