I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.

Kindness steers no easy course. Attributing it to character, we seldom recognize the secret efforts of a noble heart, whereas we reward really wicked people for the evil they refrain from committing.

Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.

Poles offer a mobility like that of the wind that blows over the immense plains and marches of Poland. Show a Pole a precipice, and he will leap headlong over it.

To get a traveling salesman drunk is the height of impossibility.

To have fame follow us is well, but it is not a desirable avant-courier.

Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.