Heavens! whatever possesses us, here below, that we mutually torment ourselves, sourly reproach our mutual faults, and mercilessly condemn all that is not cut according to our pattern?

living for oneself is a bad thing. The keenest intellectual pleasure comes from being able to return to the self after being absent from it for a spell. But living all the time inside the self, that most tyrannical, demanding and capricious of companions - no, one shouldn't do it.

Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.

The lessons of experience are always learned too late.

And I refused to make any sacrifices; for nothing on earth seemed more valuable than my peace of mind, my pleasure and my acclaim.

Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.