The writings of women are always cold and pretty like themselves. There is as much wit as you may desire, but never any soul.

A person who can break wind is not dead.

Let the trumpet of the day of judgment sound when it will, I shall appear with this book in my hand before the Sovereign Judge, and cry with a loud voice, This is my work, there were my thoughts, and thus was I. I have freely told both the good and the bad, have hid nothing wicked, added nothing good.

At length I recollected the thoughtless saying of a great princess, who, on being informed that the country people had no bread, replied, "Let them eat cake".

Supreme happiness consists in self-content; that we may gain this self-content, we are placed upon this earth and endowed with freedom.

You forget that the fruits belong to all and that the land belongs to no one.

I say to myself: "Who are you to measure infinite power?