Women always find their bitterest foes among their own sex.

We are told to walk noiselessly through the world, that we may waken neither hatred, nor envy; but, alas! what can we do when they never sleep!

Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.

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

Some delicate matters must be treated like pins, because if they are not seized by the right end, we get pricked.

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

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.