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

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.

History is nothing but a problem of mechanics applied to psychology.

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

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

Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.

In the stormy current of life characters are weights or floats which at one time make us glide along the bottom, and at another maintain us on the surface.