Behind every fortune there is a crime.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

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

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.

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

Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such are the theologic virtues of marriage.