“When we are understood, we always speak well, and then all your fine diction serves no purpose.”

There’s nothing quite like tobacco: it’s the passion of decent folk, and whoever lives without tobacco doesn’t deserve to live.

But it is not reason that governs love.

We always speak well when we manage to be understood.

I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.

Everyone has a right to his own course of action.

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.