To Feel, To Love, To

Men Die In Despair, While Spirits Die In Ecstasy.

A Man May And Ought To Pride Himself More On His Will Than On His Talent.

I Do Not Regard A Broker As A Member Of The Human Race.

Noble Hearts Are Neither Jealous Nor Afraid Because Jealousy Spells Doubt And Fear Spells Pettiness.

In France Everything Is A Matter For Jest. People Make Quips About The Scaffold, About Napoleon's Defeat On The Banks Of The Beresina, And About The Barricades Of Our Revolutions. So, At The Assizes Of The Last Judgment, There Will Always Be A Frenchmen To Crack A Joke.