It is comforting when one has a sorrow to lie in the warmth of one's b >>
No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us >>
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination. >>
A portion of mankind take pride in their vices and pursue their purpos >>
So much of our lives is given over to the consideration of our imperfe >>
Vice, in its true light, is so deformed, that it shocks us at first si >>
Life is extraordinarily suave and sweet with certain natural, witty, affectionate people who have unusual distinction and are capable of every vice, but who make a display of none in public and about whom no one can affirm they have a single one. There is something supple and secret about them. Besides, their perversity gives spice to their most innocent occupations, such as taking a walk in the garden at night.