Our true passions are selfish.

The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.

Now that the steam engine rules the world, a title is an absurdity, still I am all dressed up in this title. It will crush me if Ido not support it. The title attracts attention to myself.

Life is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels.

Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.

One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.

Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.