The man who, in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.
What would constitute useful history? That which should teach us our duties and our rights, without appearing to teach them.
To enjoy life we must touch much of it lightly.
The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.
Time, which alone makes the reputation of men, ends by making their defects respectable.
Doubt is not a very agreeable status, but certainty is a ridiculous one.