I serve your Beaune to my friends, but your Volnay I keep for myself.
The secret of being a bore... is to tell everything.
There is a pleasure in not being pleased.
Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively.
The only way to compel men to speak good of us is to do it.
Our priests are not what a silly populace supposes; all their learning consists in our credulity.