Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold.
Alexander at the head of the world never tasted the true pleasure that boys of his own age have enjoyed at the head of a school.
[French] authors are more afraid of offending delicacy and rules, than ambitious of sublimity.
Without grace no book can live, and with it the poorest may have its life prolonged.
This world is a comedy, not Life.
How posterity will laugh at us, one way or other! If half a dozen break their necks, and balloonism is exploded, we shall be called fools for having imagined it could be brought to use: if it should be turned to account, we shall be ridiculed for having doubted.