To have a true idea of man or of life, one must have stood himself on the brink of suicide, or on the door-sill of insanity, at least once.

His tongue is by turns a sponge, a brush, a comb. He cleans himself, he smooths himself, he knows what is proper.

To have a true idea of man or of life, one must have stood himself on the brink of suicide, or on the door-sill of insanity, at least once.

Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.

There are as many kinds of modesty as there are races. To the English woman it is a duty; to the French woman a propriety.

A fixed idea is like the iron rod which sculptors put in their statues. It impales and sustains.

In the stormy current of life characters are weights or floats which at one time make us glide along the bottom, and at another maintain us on the surface.