We should laugh before being happy, for fear of dying without having laughed.

It's motive alone which gives character to the actions of men.

We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect.

Manners carry the world for the moment, character for all time.

Profane eloquence is transfered from the bar, where Le Maitre, Pucelle, and Fourcroy formerly practised it, and where it has become obsolete, to the Pulpit, where it is out of place.

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.

To endeavor to forget anyone is a certain way of thinking of nothing else.