There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

Tradesmen regard an author with a mixed feeling of terror, compassion and curiosity.

The secret of a great success for which you are at a loss to account is a crime that has never been found out, because it was properly executed.

A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.

Our happiness often depends upon social hypocrisies to which we will never stoop.

Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.