It is not I that am drawing, it is this thing at the end of my hand.
It is not the criminal things which are hardest to confess, but the ridiculous and shameful.
When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself "Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!"
Nature's instructions are always slow; those of men are generally premature.
Hatred as well as love, renders its votaries credulous.
The first man to fence in a piece of land, saying "this is mine" and who found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society.