Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness

You May Imitate, But Never Counterfeit.

Conscience Is A Cudgel Which All Men Pick Up In Order To Thwack Their Neighbors Instead Of Applying It To Their Own Shoulders.

What Patient Can Trust The Knowledge Of A Physician Without Reputation Or Furniture, In A Period When Publicity Is All-powerful And When The Government Gilds The Lamp Posts On The Place De La Concorde In Order To Dazzle The Poor?

Nothing Is As Heady As The Wine Of Misfortune.

Women See Everything Or Nothing According To The Inclination Of Their Hearts. Love Is Their Sole Light.