The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.

Treason, which begins by being cautious, ends by betraying itself.

Silence and simplicity obtrude on no one, but are yet two unequaled attractions in woman.

All our tastes are but reminiscences.

Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.

Sad is his lot, who, once at least in his life, has not been a poet.

We don't have two hearts, one for animals and one for humans ; we have one heart or we don't have any.