Distinctly different as a child, as an adolescent, in his prime and in his old age, man considers himself as one, not because he acts, but because he knows.

I notice well that one stray step from the habitual path leads irresistibly into a new direction. Life moves forward, it never reverses its course.

I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imagination--it would turn into a masterpiece.

Our age believed herself pregnant with auspicious progeny, but when her hour came, it turned out to be dropsy.

Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.

No spoon has yet destroyed a mouth, but the knife of war cuts portions that are hard to swallow. Perhaps the big mouths of the privileged are able to cope with them, but they dull the teeth of the little people and ruin their stomachs.

Turning popular opinion upside down does not make an original.