Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.

Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast.

I often take exercise. Why only yesterday I had breakfast in bed.

All love is true, but not all truth ... is love?

In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.

No man dies for what he knows to be true. Men die for what they want to be true, for what some terror in their hearts tells them is not true.

The State is to make what is useful. The individual is to make what is beautiful.