The harmony of a concert, to which you listen with delight, must have on certain classes of minute animals the effect of terrible thunder; perhaps it kills them.

Mortals are equal; their mask differs.

He is a hard man who is only just, and a sad one who is only wise.

It is with books as with the fires of our grates, everybody borrows a light from his neighbor to kindle his own, which in turn is communicated to others, and each partakes of all.

True power and true politeness are above vanity.

What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

A clergyman is one who feels himself called upon to live without working at the expense of the rascals who work to live.