Paris is a sum total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. All this prodigious city is an epitome of dead and living manners and customs. He who sees Paris, seems to see all history through with the sky and constellations in the intervals.

When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.

Because one doesn't like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God.

People do not lack strength; they lack will.

The learned man knows that he is ignorant.

Perseverance, secret of all triumphs.

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.