The same reason that makes us chide and brawl and fall out with any of our neighbors, causeth a war to follow between Princes.

What harm cause not those huge draughts or pictures which wanton youth with chalk or coals draw in each passage, wall or stairs of our great houses, whence a cruel contempt of our natural store is bred in them?

Habit is second nature.

We should spread joy, but, as far as we can, repress sorrow.

It is easier to sacrifice great than little things.

Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood... I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots. I am French only by this great city: the glory of France, and one of the noblest ornaments of the world.