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

No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea.

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

Ambitious men spend their youth in rendering themselves worthy of patronage; it is their great mistake. While the foolish creatures are laying in stores of knowledge and energy, so that they shall not sink under the weight of responsible posts that recede from them, schemers come and go who are wealthy in words and destitute of ideas, astonish the ignorant, and creep into the confidence of those who have a little knowledge.

Journalists grow accustomed to seeing evil and they let it pass; they proceed to approve it, and they end by committing it themselves.

Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.

Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'