No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.

What a prodigious conscience must that be that can be at quiet within itself whilst it harbors under thesame roof, with so agreeing and so calm a society, both the crime and the judge?

We undo ourselves by impatience. Misfortunes have their life and their limits their sickness and their health.

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.

I walk firmer and more secure up hill than down.