I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy’s misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.

As a general rule...people ask for advice only in order not to follow it; or if they do follow it, in order to have someone to blame for giving it.

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.

All for one, one for all, that is our device.