Tact is the art of being rude.
Identity, that spectator of what he calls himself,
That net and aggregate of energies in transient combination.
People with little that they want to do find a lot that they have to do.
Attention begets all virtue, distraction all vice.
Carelessness is a mild form of malice.
You attenuate your strengths by too assiduously correcting your defects.
It is a grave misfortune to be stupid, yet we all laugh at the stupidity of others without a twinge of guilt.
Courage! You have less to lose than you think.
A man can adapt to nearly anything, but only two or three times.
It is a kind of madness, never to sicken at the sound of your own voice.
Too bourgeois is an irritant, not bourgeois enough a disaster.