I confess that my stomach does not take to this style of cooking. I cannot accept calves sweetbreads swimming in a salty sauce, nor can I eat mince consisting of turkey, hare, and rabbit, which they try to persuade me comes from a single animal... As for the cooks, I really cannot be expected to put up with this ham essence, nor the excessive quantity of morels and other mushrooms, pepper, and nutmeg with which they disguise perfectly good food.

One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.

The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.

It is not a mistress I have lost but half of myself, a soul for which my soul seems to have been made.

God has punished the knave, and the devil has drowned the rest.

The Pope is an idol whose hands are tied and whose feet are kissed.

Fools admire everything in an author of reputation.