Extended empire, like expanded gold exchanges solid strength for feeble splendor.

I hate mankind, for I think of myself as one of the best of them, and I know how bad I am.

It is unjust to claim the privileges of age and retain the playthings of childhood.

There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even-the French air clears up the brain and does good-a world of good.

Things are not so important; the transcendental truth of things is of value.

The advice of the old light without heat, like the sun in the winter.

As smoking is to the lungs, so is resentment to the soul; even one puff is bad for you.