Luxury has been railed at for two thousand years, in verse and in prose, and it has always been loved.

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.

I also know that we should cultivate our gardens.

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

Nothing is more annoying than to be obscurely hanged.

I am convinced that everything has come down to us from the banks of the Ganges, astronomy, astrology, metempsychosis, etc. It does not behoove us, who were only savages and barbarians when these Indians and Chinese peoples were civilized and learned, to dispute their antiquity.

Alas...I too have known love, that ruler of hearts, that soul of our soul: it's never brought me anything except one kiss and twenty kicks in the rump. How could such a beautiful cause produce such an abominable effect on you?