Style Is The Outcome Of Constraint.

Without A Family, Man, Alone In The World, Trembles With The Cold.

What Men Call Friendship Is Only Social Intercourse, An Exchange Of Favours And Good Offices; It Comes Down To A Commercial Dealing In Which Self-esteem Always Expects To Profit.

Conversation Would Be Vastly Improved By The Constant Use Of Four Simple Words: I Do Not Know.

Happiness Is Never There To Stay [...] Happiness Is Merely A Respite Offered By Inquietude.

To Desire To Be Perpetually In The Society Of A Pretty Woman Until The End Of One's Days, Is As If, Because One Likes Good Wine, One Wished Always To Have One's Mouth Full Of It.