A Letter Is A Soul, So Faithful

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.

People Who Climb From One Rung Of Society To Another Can Never Do Anything Simply.

The Privilege Of Feeling At Home Everywhere Belongs Only To Kings, Wolves And Robbers.

Ambitious Men Spend Their Youth In Rendering Themselves Worthy Of Patronage; It Is Their Great Mistake. While The Foolish Creatures Are Laying In Stores Of Knowledge And Energy, So That They Shall Not Sink Under The Weight Of Responsible Posts That Recede From Them, Schemers Come And Go Who Are Wealthy In Words And Destitute Of Ideas, Astonish The Ignorant, And Creep Into The Confidence Of Those Who Have A Little Knowledge.

While Seeking Out The Dead, I See Nothing But The Living.