We all have the republican spirit in our veins, like syphilis in our bones. We are democratized and venerealized.

Nature is a word, an allegory, a mold, an embossing, if you will.

Both ardent lovers and austere scholars, when once they come to the years of discretion, love cats, so strong and gentle, the pride of the household, who like them are sensitive to the cold, and sedentary.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.

Even if it were proven that God didn't exist, Religion would still be Saintly and Divine.

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

The whole visible universe is but a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination will give a relative place and value; it is a sort of pasture which the imagination must digest and transform.