It is a singular fact that most men of action incline to the theory of fatalism, while the greater part of men of thought believe in providence.

Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, the sorcerer is exempt from torture.

The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.