They merit more praise who know how to suffer misery than those who temper themselves in contentment.

With a goose-quill and a few sheets of paper, I mock myself of the universe. They say I am the son of a courtesan; it may be so, but I have the heart of a King. I live free, I enjoy myself, I can call myself happy.

Perfumed and gallant words make our ears belch.

If you want to annoy your neighbors, tell the truth about them.

Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.

Anger represents a certain power, when a great mind, prevented from executing its own generous desires, is moved by it.

I keep my friends as misers do their treasure, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship.