When you talk yourself, you think how witty, how original, how acute you are; but when another does so, you are very apt to think only - What a crib from Rochefoucauld!

The radical defect in Christianity is that it tried to win the world by a bribe, and it has become a nullity.

It is hard work to be good when you are very little and very hungry, and have many sticks to beat you, and no mother's lips to kiss you.

Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints; but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.

Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.

Excess always carries it's own retributions.

Indifference is the invincible grant of the world.