Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

It's catastrophies which turn wise and strong people into philosophers.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.

This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at fault for an excuse, which makes an outcry at the wound which it condones, is one of the most distinctive features of the journalist. This camaraderie (the word is a stroke of genius) corrodes the noblest minds; it eats into their pride like rust, kills the germ of great deeds, and lends a sanction to moral cowardice.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.