A man like me sinks when he does not continue to rise.

What shall we say, then, when he really sinks?
I have no more money, no more credit; I have no longer anything but powerful enemies, and powerless friends." "Quick!" cried Pelisson.

"Since you explain yourself with such frankness, it is our duty to be frank, likewise.

Yes, you are ruined--yes, you are hastening to your ruin--stop.

And, in the first place, what money have we left ?" "Seven hundred thousand livres," said the intendant.
"Bread," murmured Madame Fouquet.
"Relays," said Pelisson, "relays, and fly!" "Whither ?" "To Switzerland--to Savoy--but fly!" "If monseigneur flies," said Madame Belliere, "it will be said that he was guilty--was afraid." "More than that, it will be said that I have carried away twenty millions with me." "We will draw up memoirs to justify you," said La Fontaine.