Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.

Far less envy in America than in France.

On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.

The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God.

But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.

Nothing is so hideous as an obsolete fashion.

She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?