Lying, like license, has its degrees.
Simplicity, a delicate silence about oneself, increases their worth and makes one love those whom one admires.
Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life.
God abandons only those who abandon themselves, and whoever has the courage to shut up his sorrow within his own heart is stronger to fight against it than he who complains.
Party politics is now a real farce.
A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images.