A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.

The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.

Death unites as well as separates it silences all paltry feeling.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.