To give awkwardly is churlishness. The most difficult part is to give, then why not add a smile?

Great things astonish us, and small dishearten us. Custom makes both familiar.

Love seizes us suddenly, without giving warning, and our disposition or our weakness favors the surprise; one look, one glance, from the fair fixes and determines us.

A prince wants only the pleasure of private life to complete his happiness.

If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.

Profane eloquence is transfered from the bar, where Le Maitre, Pucelle, and Fourcroy formerly practised it, and where it has become obsolete, to the Pulpit, where it is out of place.

To give awkwardly is churlishness. The most difficult part is to give, then why not add a smile?