How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!

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

The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.

An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

And he, like many jaded people, had few pleasures left in life save good food and drink.

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.