You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

It is not easy to keep silent when silence is a lie.

In all honesty I thought the original plans were pretty aggressive from a financial point of view.

In the French language, there is a great gulf between prose and poetry; in English, there is hardly any difference. It is a splendid privilege of the great literary languages Greek, Latin, and French that they possess a prose. English has not this privilege. There is no prose in English.

The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.