A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of power.

Love is on the verge of hate each time it stoops for pardon.

Power is so characteristically calm, that calmness in itself has the aspect of strength.

It is the glorious doom of literature that the evil perishes and the good remains.

Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

The same refinement which brings us new pleasures exposes us to new pains.

Bright and illustrious illusions!