In the society of ladies, want of sense is not so unpardonable as want of manners.

He who, silent, loves to be with us - he who loves us in our silence - has touched one of the keys that ravish hearts.

He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.

The worst of faces still is human.

There are no friends more inseparable than pride and hardness of heart, humility and love, falsehood and impudence.

Learn the value of a man's words and expressions, and you know him. Each man has a measure of his own for everything; this he offers you inadvertently in his words. He who has a superlative for everything wants a measure for the great or small.

Every man has his devilish minutes.