There are many people who have the gift, or failing, of never understanding themselves. I have been unlucky enough, or perhaps fortunate enough to have received the opposite gift.

Those who did not live during the years close to 1789 do not know the pleasure of living.

She is such a good friend that she would throw all her acquaintances into the water for the pleasure of fishing them out again.

God gave humans language so they could conceal their thoughts from one another.

Those who have not lived in the eighteenth century, in the years before the Revolution do not know the sweetness of living and cannot imagine what it was like to have happiness in life.

Too much sensibility creates unhappiness and too much insensibility creates crime.

I found there a country with thirty-two religions and only one sauce.