There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.
It is almost impossible to find those who admire us entirely lacking in taste.
There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.
Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.
Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?
A pedant holds more to instruct us with what he knows, than of what we are ignorant.
The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.
The weak-minded man is the slave of his vices and the dupe of his virtues.
When our friends are alive, we see the good qualities they lack; dead, we remember only those they possessed.
To protect ourselves against the storms of passion, marriage with a woman is a harbor in the tempest; but with a bad woman it is a tempest in the harbor.
Public opinion is a courtesan, whom we seek to please without respecting.
In giving alms, let us rather look at the needs of the poor than his claim to your charity.
The true worth of a soul is revealed as much by the motive it attributes to the actions of others as by its own deeds.
We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.
Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.
It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.
Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.
Rage is a short-lived fury.
The great chastisement of a knave is not to be known, but to know himself.
There are philanthropists who, incapable of managing their own little affairs, take upon themselves those of the whole world; but as their creditors always outnumber their disciples, they owe humanity more than she will ever owe them.
There is a proverb in the South that a woman laughs when she can, and weeps when she pleases.
No woman dares express all she thinks.
The most exacting jailer is our own conscience.
Pleasure limps for him. who enjoys it alone.
It is only before those who are glad to hear it, and anxious to spread it, that we find it easy to speak ill of others.
