The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...

For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.

Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.

When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?

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

Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.