There are wounds of self-love which one does not confess to one's dearest friends.

Envy, like flame, blackens that which is above it, and which it cannot reach.

To protect ourselves against the storms of passion, marriage with a woman is a harbor in the tempest; but with a bad woman it is a tempest in the harbor.

There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.

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

In giving alms, let us rather look at the needs of the poor than his claim to your charity.