“Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.”

Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.

A wise man is superior to any insults which can be put upon him, and the best reply to unseemly behavior is patience and moderation.

New-born desires, after all, have inexplicable charms, and all the pleasure of love is in variety.

All the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill in dancing.

Each day my reason tells me so; But reason doesn’t rule in love, you know.

The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.

Ah, there are no longer any children!

When there is enough to eat for eight, there is plenty for ten.

Folk whose own behavior is most ridiculous are always to the fore in slandering others.

If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.

He makes his cook his merit, and the world visits his dinners and not him.

Grammar, which can govern even Kings.

A learned fool is more a fool than an ignorant fool.

Doubts are more cruel than the worst of truths. It is not only for what we do that we are held responsible, but also for what we do not do. A lover whose passion is extreme loves even the faults of the beloved.

Debts are nowadays like children begot with pleasure, but brought forth in pain.

It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.

The specific disease doctrine is the grand refuge of weak, uncultured, unstable minds, such as now rule in the medical profession. There are no specific diseases; there are specific disease conditions.

Culture is both an intellectual phenomenon and a moral one

Nationality is the creative power of human culture, culture is the creative power of nationality.

They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.

I knew the mass of men conceal’d Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal’d They would by other men be met With blank indifference.

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight

I made no more protests. What was the use of struggling against fate

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight