Fear or interest lies at the root of all devotion.

If the French proletariat is to defend the Republic heroically in the hour of peril, then it must either be happy or have the hope of becoming so.

And what use is it to deceive ourselves?
The lot of the workman to-day is no better in France than in Germany, and not so good as in England or America.
On these important subjects I have not been able to forbear expressing the truth as it appears to me; there is a great satisfaction in saying what one believes useful and just.
It now only remains for me to submit to my readers a few reflections on the difficult art of writing history, and to explain certain peculiarities of form and language which will be found in this work.
To enter into the spirit of a period that has passed away, to make oneself the contemporary of men of former days, deliberate study and loving care are necessary.

The difficulty lies not so much in what one must know as in what one must not know.

If we would really live in the fifteenth century, how many things we must forget: knowledge, methods, all those acquisitions which make moderns of us.