"I have no more than twenty acres of ground," he replied, "the whole of which I cultivate myself with the help of my children; and our labor keeps off from us the three great evils - boredom, vice, and want."

One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.

History should be written as philosophy.

Music is the pathway to the heart.

All men are by nature free; you have therefore an undoubted liberty to depart whenever you please, but will have many and great difficulties to encounter in passing the frontiers.

Be bold, proclaim it everywhere: They only live who dare.

The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.