He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.

A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.

It is sad to tell, but after having tried society, which had caused his misfortune, he tried Providence which created society, and condemned it also.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.

Wisdom is a sacred communion.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!