We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Love in France is a comedy; in England a tragedy; in Italy an opera seria; and in Germany a melodrama.

We have a reading, a talking, and a writing public. When shall we have a thinking?

The most certain mode of making people content with us is to make them content with themselves.

There is no cosmetic like happiness

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable.