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.

Life at court does not satisfy a man, but it keeps him from being satisfied with anything else.

The great gift of conversation lies less in displaying it ourselves than in drawing it out of others. He who leaves your company pleased with himself and his own cleverness is perfectly well pleased with you.

No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends as to give them no cause to miss him less.

The Opera is obviously the first draft of a fine spectacle; it suggests the idea of one.

A heap of epithets is poor praise: the praise lies in the facts, and in the way of telling them.

Don't wait to be happy to laugh... You may die and never have laughed.