I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

I loved my country, and I hated him.

The French courage proceeds from vanity

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Frienship is eros...without wings