Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.

Wit lives in the present, but genius survives the future.

The infirmities of genius are often mistaken for its privileges.

I see little alteration at Lyons since I formerly passed through it. Its manufactories are, nevertheless, flourishing, though less improvement than could be expected is visible in the external aspect of the place.

Religion converts despair, which destroys, into resignation, which submits.

Life would be as insupportable without the prospect of death, as it would be without sleep.

People seem to lose all respect for the past; events succeed each other with such velocity that the most remarkable one of a few years gone by, is no more remembered than if centuries had closed over it.