The French, perhaps more than any other nation, cherish the memory of their dead by ornamenting their places of sepulture with the finest flowers, often renewing the garlands and replacing such plants as decay with vigorous and costly ones.
Nothing seems to me so likely to make people unhappy in themselves and at variance with others as the habit of killing time.
What greater bliss than to look back on days spent in usefulness, in doing good to those around us.
Pleasures take to themselves wings and fly away; true knowledge remains forever.
No blessing, no good, can follow in the path trodden by slavery.
My wish is to be known only thru my work.
