Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.
Heaven should be kind to stupid people, for no one else can be consistently.
The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.