That genius is another pair of sleeves, as Buffon says.

We have a collection of his writings and speeches.

His style has movement and imagination.

And in this mass of thoughts one can not find a philosophic curiosity, not one expression of anxiety about the unknowable, not an expression of fear of the mystery which surrounds destiny.

At Saint Helena, when he talks of God and of the soul, he seems to be a little fourteen-year-old school-boy.