Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

It is among uneducated women that we may look for the most confirmed gossips. Goethe tells us there is nothing more frightful than bustling ignorance.

Contemptuous people are sure to be contemptible.

Hope is but a charlatan that ceases not to deceive us. For myself happiness only began when I had lost it.

Men's hearts and faces are always wide asunder; women's are not only in close connection, but are mirror-like in the instant power of reflection.

We need to be just before we are generous, as we need shirts before ruffles.

Intelligent people make many mistakes because they cannot believe the world is really as foolish as it is.