The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.

Perfect servants would be the worst of all for certain masters, whose happiness consists in finding fault with them.

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

No woman dares express all she thinks.

Age whitens hairs, but not sin.

It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.

Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.