The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.
If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.
Poverty treads close upon the heels of great and unexpected wealth.
To be ungrateful is to be unnatural. The head may be thus guilty, not the heart.
True felicity consists of its own consciousness.
What isn’t clear, isn’t French.