Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths.

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.

There is no reward so delightful, no pleasure so exquisite, as having one's work known and acclaimed by those whose applause confers honor.

Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.

The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.

Virtue is the first title of nobility.