“Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.”

Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.

We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.

True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.

A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Knowledge is the food of the soul.

The beauty and the scent of roses can be used as a medicine and the sun rays as a food.

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It’s made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners!

Food is a subject of conversation more spiritually refreshing even than the weather, for the number of possible remarks about the weather is limited, whereas of food you can talk on and on and on.

As long as you’re in the food business, why not make sweets?

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will.

My weaknesses have always been food and men – in that order.