Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.

Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

There is nothing original; all is reflected light.

There are no principles; there are only events. There is no good and bad, there are only circumstances.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.