Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.
Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.
Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.