Wrong is wrong; no fallacy can hide it, no subterfuge cover it so shrewdly but that the All-Seeing One will discover and punish it.
Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
Memory always obeys the commands of the heart.
There is nothing so unready as readiness of wit.
Reason is an historian, but the passions are actors.
What isn’t clear, isn’t French.