The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.
Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.
The animal is ignorant of the fact that he knows. The man is aware of the fact that he is ignorant.
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.
Nothing makes a man so adventurous as an empty pocket.