You are a fool in four letters, my son.
It may cost me twenty thousand francs; but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.
The impromptu reply is precisely the touchstone of the man of wit.
We die only once, and for such a long time.
The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.
To live without loving is not really to live.