He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.
It is good food and not fine words that keeps me alive.
Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.
Ah, there are no longer any children!
Although I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.
We live under a prince who is an enemy to fraud, a prince whose eyes penetrate into the heart, and whom all the art of impostors can't deceive.