There is nothing like instances to grow hair on a bald-headed argument.
In my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.
France has neither winter nor summer nor morals. Apart from these drawbacks it is a fine country.
Men think they think upon the great political questions, and they do; but they think with their party, not independently; they read its literature, but not that of the other side
What is human life? The first third a good time; the rest remembering about it.
Human pride is not worthwhile; there is always something lying in wait to take the wind out of it.