Taste is to literature what bon ton is in society.
A voyage without companionship, that is to say without conversation, is one of the saddest pleasures of life.
In women's destiny everything goes downhill except for thought, whose immortal nature it is to keep constantly rising.
We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love
Men do not change; they unmask themselves.
Divine Wisdom, intending to detain us some time on earth, has done well to cover with a veil the prospect of the life to come; for if our sight could clearly distinguish the opposite bank, who would remain on this tempestuous coast of time?