There are three things I have loved but never understood. Art, music and women.

A man finds no sweeter voice in all the world than that which chants his praise.

If I held all the thoughts of the world in my hand, I would be careful not to open it.

I have lived one hundred years; and I die with the consolation of never having thrown the slightest ridicule upon the smallest virtue.

In vain we shall penetrate more and more deeply the secrets of the structure of the human body, we shall not dupe nature; we shall die as usual.

Neatness is a crowning grace of womanhood.

A well-cultivated mind is, so to speak, made up of all the minds of preceding ages; it is only one single mind which has been educated during all this time.