Machination is worth more than force.

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

Everything comes in time to those who can wait.

One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.

Languages exist by arbitrary institutions and conventions among peoples; words, as the dialecticians tell us, do not signify naturally, but at our pleasure.

Science sans conscience n' est que le ruine de l'âme. Knowledge without conscience is but the ruine of the soule.

Frugality is for the vulgar.