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.

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?

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

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.

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.