In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Listeners beware, for ye are doomed never to hear good of yourselves.

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

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

Arles is certainly one of the most interesting towns I have ever seen, whether viewed as a place remarkable for the objects of antiquity it contains, or for the primitive manners of its inhabitants and its picturesque appearance.

Genius is the gold in the mine, talent is the miner who works and brings it out.