The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.
It was the destiny of Napoleon - would it one day be his?
Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.
One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.
Oh, if there were only a true religion. Fool that I am, I see a Gothic cathedral and venerable stained-glass windows, and my weak heart conjures up the priest to fit the scene. My soul would understand him, my soul has need of him. I only find a nincompoop with dirty hair.