Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.

Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.

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

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.