All men are selfish, but the vain man is in love with himself. He admires, like the lover his adored one, everything which to others is indifferent.

The little dissatisfaction which every artist feels at the completion of a work forms the germ of a new work.

We hear the rain fall, but not the snow. Bitter grief is loud, calm grief is silent.

Only he is free who cultivates his own thoughts and strives without fear to do justice to them.

The vain being is the really solitary being.

We consider it tedious to talk of the weather, and yet there is nothing more important.

The best and simplest cosmetic for women is constant gentleness and sympathy for the noblest interests of her fellow-creatures. This preserves and gives to her features an indelibly gay, fresh, and agreeable expression. If women would but realize that harshness makes them ugly, it would prove the best means of conversion.