I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.

All mirrors are magical mirrors, and we never see our faces in them.

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

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?

For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.