All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.

A man can keep another's secret better than his own. A woman her own better than others.

The doctors allow one to die, the charlatans kill.

A man has made great progress in cunning when he does not seem too clever to others.

There are certain things in which mediocrity is intolerable: poetry, music, painting, public eloquence. What torture it is to hear a frigid speech being pompously declaimed, or second-rate verse spoken with all a bad poet's bombast!

We all covet wealth, but not its perils.

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