The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.

The egotism of woman is always for two.

New doctrines ever displease the old. They like to fancy that the world has been losing wisdom, instead of gaining it, since they were young.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.

Nature, who permits no two leaves to be exactly alike, has given a still greater diversity to human minds. Imitation, then, is a double murder; for it deprives both copy and original of their primitive existence.

Who understands much forgives much. To understand everything makes us very forgiving.

Life, for me, is living among my friends.