Processions, cavalcades, and all that fund of gay frippery, furnished out by tailors, barbers, and tire-women, mechanically influence the mind into veneration; an emperor in his nightcap would not meet with half the respect of an emperor with a crown.
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.
To make a fine gentleman, several trades are required, but chiefly a barber.
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
Prudery is ignorance.
If we do not find happiness in the present moment, in what shall we find it?