The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.
Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.
[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.
Happiness is a wondrous commodity: the more you give, the more you have.
The egotism of woman is always for two.
Life, for me, is living among my friends.