The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.

Generally speaking, there is more wit than talent in the world. Society swarms with witty people who lack talent.

There are some women who are flirts upon principle; they consider it their duty to make themselves as pleasing as possible to every one.

True felicity consists of its own consciousness.

If poverty makes man groan, he yawns in opulence. When fortune exempts us from labor, nature overwhelms us with time.

What isn’t clear, isn’t French.

The world is governed by love,--self-love.