As a rule, only the poor are generous.

Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.

During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.

The fashions we call English in Paris are French in London, and vice versa. Franco-British hostility vanishes when it comes to questions of words and clothing. God save the King is a tune composed by Lully for a chorus in a play by Racine.