Love decreases when it ceases to increase.

What importance can we attach to the things of this world? Friendship? It disappears when the one who is liked comes to grief, or the one who likes becomes powerful. Love? it is deceived, fleeting, or guilty. Fame? You share it with mediocrity or crime. Fortune? Could that frivolity be counted a blessing? All that remains are those so-called happy days that flow past unnoticed in the obscurity of domestic cares, leaving man with the desire neither to lose his life nor to begin it over.

Let us not disdain glory too much; nothing is finer, except virtue. The height of happiness would be to unite both in this life.

You are not superior just because you see the world in an odious light.

Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.

Music is the child of prayer, the companion of religion.

Justice is the bread of the nation; it is always hungry for it.