There is something inexpressibly charming in falling in love and, surely, the whole pleasure lies in the fact that love isn't lasting.

We ought always to conform to the manners of the greater number, and so behave as not to draw attention to ourselves. Excess either way shocks, and every man truly wise ought to attend to this in his dress as well as language, never to be affected in anything and follow without being in too great haste the changes of fashion.

Human weakness is to desire to know what one does not want to know.

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.

There is no praise to bear the sort that you put in your pocket.

Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.

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