Dissimulation is the only thing that makes society possible; without its amenities the world would be a bear-garden.
Talent wears well, genius wears itself out; talent drives a snug brougham in fact; genius, a sun-chariot in fancy.
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!
Familiarity is a magician that is cruel to beauty but kind to ugliness.
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
I do not wish to be a coward like the father of mankind and throw the blame upon a woman.