Men blush less for their crimes than for their weaknesses and vanity.

An assembly of the states, a court of justice, shows nothing so serious and grave as a table of gamesters playing very high; a melancholy solicitude clouds their looks; envy and rancor agitate their minds while the meeting lasts, without regard to friendship, alliances, birth or distinctions.

One should never risk a joke, even of the mildest and most unexceptional charters, except among people of culture and wit.

Grief that is dazed and speechless is out of fashion: the modern woman mourns her husband loudly and tells you the whole story of his death, which distresses her so much that she forgets not the slightest detail about it.

Such a great misfortune, not to be able to be alone.

Men make the best friends.

The pleasure we feel in criticizing robs us from being moved by very beautiful things.