Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not.

I must give you a piece of intelligence that you perhaps already know, namely that the ungodly arch-villain Voltaire has died miserably like a dog, just like a brute. That is his reward!

Directly after God in heaven comes a Papa.

I should like to know for what reason idleness is so popular with many young people that it is impossible to dissuade them from it either by words or by chastisements.

To talk well and eloquently is a very great art, but that an equally great one is to know the right moment to stop.

I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.

Our riches, being in our brains, die with us... Unless of course someone chops off our head, in which case, we won't need them anyway.