There aren't many benefactors who don't say, like Satan: All these things will I give you if you bow down and worship me.

Life is a malady in which sleep soothes us every sixteen hours; it is a palliation; death is the remedy.

Obscurity and Innocence, twin sisters, escape temptations which would pierce their gossamer armor, in contact with the world.

It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.

Calumny is like the wasp which worries you, and which it is not best to try to get rid of unless you are sure of slaying it; for otherwise it returns to the charge more furious than ever.

Vivre est un maladie dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les 16 heures. C'est un pallatif. La mort est le remede.

We need to be just before we are generous, as we need shirts before ruffles.