What is really beautiful must always be true.
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
I no longer find such pleasure in that preeminently good society, of which I was once so fond. It seems to me that beneath a cloak of clever talk it proscribes all energy, all originality. If you are not a copy, people accuse you of being ill-mannered.
I have a bad memory for facts.
Wounded pride can take a rich young man far who is surrounded by flatterers since birth.
The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world