One mark of a second-rate mind is to be always telling stories.

The doctors allow one to die, the charlatans kill.

For a woman to be at once a coquette and a bigot is more than the humblest of husbands can bear; she should mercifully choose between the two.

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

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

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.

There are only two ways by which to rise in this world, either by one's own industry or by the stupidity of others.