Our most natural feelings are those we are loath to confess, and fatuity is among them.

True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Novelty is both delightful and deceptive.

To speak of love is to make love.

With monuments as with men, position means everything.

It is a singular fact that most men of action incline to the theory of fatalism, while the greater part of men of thought believe in providence.

Life in clubs is no paltry sign of the times we live in. Here gentlemen gamble with others whom they would not dream of inviting to their homes.