Everything Must Not Always Be Said, For

I Never Rebel So Much Against France As Not To Regard Paris With A Friendly Eye; She Has Had My Heart Since My Childhood... I Love Her Tenderly, Even To Her Warts And Her Spots. I Am French Only By This Great City: The Glory Of France, And One Of The Noblest Ornaments Of The World.

Every Period Of Life Has Its Peculiar Prejudices; Whoever Saw Old Age, That Did Not Applaud The Past, And Condemn The Present Times?

Virtue Shuns Ease As A Companion. It Demands A Rough And Thorny Path.

Habituation Puts To Sleep The Eye Of Our Judgment.

Every Movement Reveals Us.