Life is thickly sown with thorns. I know no other remedy than to pass rapidly over them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes the greater is their power to harm us.

The adjective is the enemy of the noun. Variant: The adjective is the enemy of the substantive.

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

A man loved by a beautiful woman will always get out of trouble.

If it's too silly to be said, it can always be sung.

The superfluous is very necessary.

The secret of being a bore... is to tell everything.