I take sanctuary in an honest mediocrity.

Poverty may be the mother of crime, but lack of good sense is the father.

Life is a kind of sleep: old men sleep longest, nor begin to wake but when they are to die.

Eloquence is to the sublime what the whole is to the part.

The Opera is obviously the first draft of a fine spectacle; it suggests the idea of one.

A man who knows the court is master of his gestures, of his eyes and of his face; he is profound, impenetratable; he dissimulates bad offices, smiles at his enemies, controls his irritation, disguises his passions, belies his heartm speaks and acts against his feelings.

If you suppress the exorbitant love of pleasure and money, idle curiosity, iniquitous pursuits and wanton mirth, what a stillness would there be in the greatest cities.