Every moment of happiness requires a great amount of Ignorance

Stupidity assumes two forms, it speaks or is silent. Mute stupidity is bearable.

Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

By dint of making sacrifices, a man grows interested in the person who exacts them. Great ladies, like courtesans, know this truth by instinct.

No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.

Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.