There is no so wretched and coarse a soul wherein some particular faculty is not seen to shine.

... whoever believes anything esteems that it is a work of charity to persuade another of it.

Can anything be imagined so ridiculous that this miserable and wretched creature, who is not so much as master of himself, but subject to the injuries of all things, should call himself master and emperor of the world, of which he has not power to know the least part, much less to command the whole?

As for me, then, I love life and cultivate it just as God has been pleased to grant it to us.

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.

Who ever saw a doctor use the prescription of his colleague without cutting out or adding something?

I have seen people rude by being over-polite.