Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.

Vanity and dignity are incompatible with each other; vain women are almost sure to be vulnerable.

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.

Man is a pupil, pain is his teacher.

Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.

Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest