Satire is the disease of art.

If a woman were about to proceed to her execution, she would demand a little time to perfect her toilet.

There are more people who wish to be loved than there are who are willing to love.

Life is a malady in which sleep soothes us every sixteen hours; it is a palliation; death is the remedy.

To possess a good cognomen is a long way on the road of success in life.

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

Scandal is an importunate wasp, against which we must make no movement unless we are quite sure that we can kill it; otherwise it will return to the attack more furious than ever.