An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.
How sternly we reproach virtue for its failings, how indulgent we are to the better qualities of vice!
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
Resignation is a daily suicide.
Reproach is usually honest, which is more than can be said of praise.