'Why, I find I have scarce begun your education after all.

Listen to me! Would you rather live in the old Gretz or in the new, free from the alarms of war, with the green country at the door, without noise, passports, the exactions of the soldiery, or the jangle of the curfew-bell to send us off to bed by sundown ?' 'I suppose I should prefer the new,' replied the boy.
'Precisely,' returned the Doctor; 'so do I.

And, in the same way, I prefer my present moderate fortune to my former wealth.

Golden mediocrity! cried the adorable ancients; and I subscribe to their enthusiasm.

Have I not good wine, good food, good air, the fields and the forest for my walk, a house, an admirable wife, a boy whom I protest I cherish like a son?
Now, if I were still rich, I should indubitably make my residence in Paris--you know Paris--Paris and Paradise are not convertible terms.