“A celebrated people lose dignity upon a closer view.” — Napoleon Bonaparte

It is my wish that my ashes may repose on the banks of the Seine, in the midst of the French people, whom I have loved so well.

There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men: time.

The infectiousness of crime is like that of the plague.

The human race is governed by its imagination.