The prosecutor who trembles at a trial for fear he should not seem advanced enough is ours, ours.

Among officials and literary men we have lots, lots, and they don't know it themselves.

On the other hand, the docility of schoolboys and fools has reached an extreme pitch; the schoolmasters are bitter and bilious.

On all sides we see vanity puffed up out of all proportion; brutal, monstrous appetites....

Do you know how many we shall catch by little, ready-made ideas?
When I left Russia, Littre's dictum that crime is insanity was all the rage; I come back and I find that crime is no longer insanity, but simply common sense, almost a duty; anyway, a gallant protest.