There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers.

An action is the perfection and publication of thought.

For, the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them, and proceeds obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceed. We first share the life by which things exist, and afterwards see them as appearances in nature, and forget that we have shared their cause. Here is the fountain of action and of thought.

The proof of a high education is the ability to speak about complex matters as simply as possible.

Men lose their tempers in defending their taste.

The cities drain the country of the best part of its population: the flower of the youth, of both sexes, goes into the towns, andthe country is cultivated by a so much inferior class. The land,--travel a whole day together,--looks poverty-stricken, and the buildings plain and poor.

The only right is what is after my constitution; the only wrong is what is against it.