To rove about, musing, that is to say loitering, is, for a philosopher, a good way of spending time.

Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil!

The smaller it is the heart, more hatred houses.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.

I represent a party which does not yet exist: the party Revolution-Civilization. This party will make the twentieth century. There will issue from it first the United States of Europe, then the United States of the World.

What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. God, having made the mouse, said, 'I've made a blunder.' And he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus the cat, Is the revised and corrected proof of creation.