Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

You have but to hold forth in cap and gown, and any gibberish becomes learning, all nonsense passes for sense.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.

All the power is with the sex that wears the beard.

Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn't rule in love, you know.