Most of those who make collections of verse or epigram are like men eating cherries or oysters: they choose out the best at first, and end by eating all.
We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.
Women of the world crave excitement.
I have three kinds of friends: those who love me, those who pay no attention to me, and those who detest me.
Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart.
The contact of two epidermises.