What we share with another ceases to be our own. Edgar Quinet More Quotes by Edgar Quinet More Quotes From Edgar Quinet Though ambition in itself is a vice, it often is also the parent of virtue. Edgar Quinet often-is parent ambition Time is the fairest and toughest judge. Edgar Quinet time-management judging time Philosophy may be dodged, eloquence cannot. Edgar Quinet philosopher may philosophy An effeminate education weakens both the mind and the body. Edgar Quinet body mind education 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. Edgar Quinet orthodoxy wish discovery I mistrust the satisfaction which makes a display of the possession of Infinity; that is called fatuity in philosophic terms. Edgar Quinet mistrust infinity satisfaction The ceding of Alsace-Lorraine is nothing but war in perpetuity under the mask of peace. Edgar Quinet mask war history 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. Edgar Quinet humanity law past It is certain that if you would have the whole secret of a people, you must enter into the intimacy of their religion. Edgar Quinet secret people religion What are all political and social institutions, but always a religion, which in realizing itself, becomes incarnate in the world? Edgar Quinet realizing political world 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. Edgar Quinet flower time peace 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 Edgar Quinet depth christian letters The perfection of art is to conceal art. Edgar Quinet
