The doctors allow one to die, the charlatans kill.
This great misfortune, to be incapable of solitude.
Caprice in women often infringes upon the rules of decency.
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.
Manners carry the world for the moment, character for all time.
Jesting is often only indigence of intellect.