The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mould

We are nearer neighbors to ourselves than the whiteness of snow or the weight of stones are to us: if man does not know himself, how should he know his functions and powers?

Nature is a gentle guide, but not more sweet and gentle than prudent and just.

There is a sort of gratification in doing good which makes us rejoice in ourselves.

Is it not enough to make me come back to life out of spite, to have someone who spat in my face while I existed come and rub my feet when I am beginning to exist no longer?

Taking it all in all, I find it is more trouble to watch after money than to get it.

Excellent memories are often coupled with feeble judgments.