Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two. |
We die only once, and for such a long time. |
Unreasonable haste is the direct road to error. |
There are pretenders to piety as well as to courage. |
I live on good soup, not on fine words. |
If you make yourself understood, you're always speaking well. |
The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself. |
There is no praise to bear the sort that you put in your pocket. |
Reason is not what decides love. |
It's true Heaven forbids some pleasures, but a compromise can usually be found. |
Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion. |
I feed on good soup, not beautiful language. |
Books and marriage go ill together. |
Esteem must be founded on preference: to hold everyone in high esteem is to esteem nothing. |
All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing. |