God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.

In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.

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

The more one judges, the less one loves.

It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true