For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.

Intuition, like the rays of the sun, acts only in an inflexibly straight line; it can guess right only on condition of never diverting its gaze; the freaks of chance disturb it.

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?

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.