Fran~Ois Rene ChateaubriandThinkers

The Heart is like the tree that gives balm for the wounds of man, only when the iron has wounded it.

Justice is the bread of nations: they are always famishing for it.

Originality is not said of one who imitates nobody, but of one whom nobody can imitate.

The Poet is like a birth: the least thing makes him sing.

The Ruin is of only two kinds: one is the work of time, the other of men.