His tongue is by turns a sponge, a brush, a comb. He cleans himself, he smooths himself, he knows what is proper.

For thirty centuries, from her sacred seat the cat looked down, and crouching at her feet, beheld the race of conquering Pharaohs kneel.

The search for causes must come after the collection of facts.

A fixed idea is like the iron rod which sculptors put in their statues. It impales and sustains.

There are as many kinds of modesty as there are races. To the English woman it is a duty; to the French woman a propriety.

The more I study the things of the mind the more mathematical I find them. In them as in mathematics it is a question of quantities; they must be treated with precision. I have never had more satisfaction than in proving this in the realms of art, politics and history.

His tongue is by turns a sponge, a brush, a comb. He cleans himself, he smooths himself, he knows what is proper.