Logic is the art of convincing us some truth.

This great misfortune, to be incapable of solitude.

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

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.

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

All the world says of a coxcomb that he is a coxcomb; but no one dares to say so to his face, and he dies without knowing it.

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.