What clever man has ever needed to commit a crime? Crime is the last resort of political half-wits.

In a novel, the author gives the leading character intelligence and distinction. Fate goes to less trouble: mediocrities play a part in great events simply from happening to be there.

Suave molecules of Mocha stir up your blood, without causing excess heat; the organ of thought receives from it a feeling of sympathy; work becomes easier and you will sit down without distress to your principal repast which will restore your body and afford you a calm, delicious night.

Too much sensibility creates unhappiness and too much insensibility creates crime.

The reputation of a man is like his shadow, gigantic when it precedes him, and pigmy in its proportions when it follows.

It is not an event; it is a piece of news.

I found there a country with thirty-two religions and only one sauce.