Let us respect gray Lairs, but, above all, our own.

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

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

What we gain by experience is not worth that we lose in illusion

An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness.

It is easy to be virtuous in prospective.

Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.