It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.

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

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

Of all trifles, titles are the lightest.

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

That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

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.