Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

For certain people, misfortune is a beacon that lights up the dark and baser sides of social life.

Imaginative, sanguine men will never recognize that in negotiations the most dangerous moment of all is when everything is moving according to their wishes.

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.

How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return?

Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.