But Monk! Oh, sire, God defend you from ever having anything to transact politically with Monk.

It is he who has given me, in one year, all the gray hairs I have.

Monk is no fanatic; unfortunately he is a politician; he does not overflow, he keeps close together.

For ten years he has had his eyes fixed upon one object, and nobody has yet been able to ascertain what.

Every morning, as Louis XI.
advised, he burns his nightcap.