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

There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgement as doth anger.

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.

Oh what a valiant faculty is hope.

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