We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death.

You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into the preacher's pulpit; he views the world unmoved, unembarrassed, unabashed.

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.

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

I would not like to see a person who is sober, moderate, chaste and just say that there is no God. They would speak disinterestedly at least, but such a person is not to be found.

The great charm of conversation consists less in the display of one's own wit and intelligence than in the power to draw forth the resources of others.

A man's worth is estimated in this world according to his conduct.