Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, the sorcerer is exempt from torture.
Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.
While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.
Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.