Happy is the man who can do only one thing; in doing it, he fulfills his destiny.
Words, like glass, obscure when they do not aid vision.
Haughty people seem to me to have, like the dwarfs, the stature of a child and the face of a man.
To be capable of respect is almost as rare as to be worthy of it.
I do not call reason that brutal reason which crushes with its weight what is holy and sacred, that malignant reason which delights in the errors it succeeds in discovering, that unfeeling and scornful reason which insults credulity.
The true character of epistolary style is playfulness and urbanity.