The Ancients, Sir, Are The Ancients, And

Birth Means Nothing Where There Is No Virtue.

Hypocrisy Is A Fashionable Vice, And All Fashionable Vices Pass For Virtue.

Beauty Without Intelligence Is Like A Hook Without Bait.

I Will Maintain It Before The Whole World.

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.