“unbroken happiness is a bore: it should have ups and downs.”

All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.

Malicious men may die, but malice never.

Don’t appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.

Without knowledge, life is no more than the shadow of death.

Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is king, And seek some spot unpeopled and apart Where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.

I assure you, an educated fool is more foolish than an uneducated one.

The envious will die, but envy never.

All right-minded people adore it; and anyone who is able to live without it is unworthy to draw breathe

Wives rarely fuss about their beauty To guarantee their mate’s affection.

In clothes as well as speech, the man of sense Will shun all these extremes that give offense, Dress unaffectedly, and, without haste, Follow the changes in the current taste.

We are all mortals, and each is for himself.

Great is the fortune of he who possesses a good bottle, a good book, and a good friend.

Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.

No reason makes it right To shun accepted ways from stubborn spite; And we may better join the foolish crowd Than cling to wisdom, lonely though unbowed.

Tobacco is the passion of honest men and he who lives without tobacco is not worthy of living.

Long is the road from conception to completion.

I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.

In the U.S., you have to be a deviant or die of boredom.

God help us if we ever take the theater out of the auction business or anything else. It would be an awfully boring world.

The secret of boring people lies in telling them everything.

I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.

Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.

When the life is monotonous , even grief is a welcome event.