When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.

Friends are rare for, the good reason that men are not common.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

Since unhappiness excites interest, many, in order to render themselves interesting, feign unhappiness.

The folly which we might have ourselves committed is the one which we are least ready to pardon in another.

What is slander? A verdict of "guilty" pronounced in the absence of the accused, with closed doors, without defence or appeal, by an interested and prejudiced judge.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.