We find ourselves less witty in remembering what we have said than in dreaming of what we would have said.

Loud indignation against vice often stands for virtue in the eyes of bigots.

We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.

Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.