Ah, that is a perfume in which I delight; when they roast coffee near my house, I hasten to open the door to take in all the aroma.

Virtue is a state of war, and to live in it we have always to combat with ourselves.

I undertake the same project as Montaigne, but with an aim contrary to his own: for he wrote his Essays only for others, and I write my reveries only for myself.

In the North the first words are, Help me; in the South, Love me.

Remorse sleeps in the atmosphere of prosperity.

Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody.

She was dull, unattractive, couldn't tell the time, count money or tie her own shoe laces... But I loved her