We cannot always oblige; but we can always speak obligingly.

Antiquity is full of the praises of another antiquity still more remote.

Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.

The effervescence of this fresh wine reveals the true brilliance of the French people.

Virtue debases itself in justifying itself.

History is the lie commonly agreed upon.

To hold a pen is to be at war.