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.

Therefore, on the day when this plan, slowly and solitarily ripened, shall break forth, it will break forth with all the conditions of success which always accompany an unforeseen event.