For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.

We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.