Imagination, which is the Eldorado of the poet and of the novel-writer, often proves the most pernicious gift to the individuals who compose the talkers instead of the writers in society.

Only vain people wage war against the vanity of others.

Memory seldom fails when its office is to show us the tombs of our buried hopes.

Reason dissipates the illusions of life, but does not console us for their departure.

Wit is the lightning of the mind, reason the sunshine, and reflection the moonlight.

Many minds that have withstood the most severe trials have been broken down by a succession of ignoble cares.

Bores: People who talk of themselves, when you are thinking only of yourself.