An old philosopher said to Monsieur Coignard, a Reverend Father: 'You are a pig!' To which Abad Coignard answered: 'You flatter me, sir. But unfortunately, I'm only a man.'
In art as in love, instinct is enough.
It is good to collect things, but it is better to go on walks.
To die for an idea is to set a rather high price upon conjecture.
Jealousy is a virtue of democracies which preserves them from tyrants.
When a history book contains no lies it is always tedious.