The Envious Will Die, But Envy Never.

The True Touchstone Of Wit Is The Impromptu.

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.

Sometimes I Feel Something Akin To Rage At The Corrupted Morals Of This Age!

Hypocrisy Is A Fashionable Vice, And All Fashionable Vices Pass For Virtue.

The Smallest Errors Are Always The Best. [fr., Les Plus Courtes Erreurs Sont Toujours Les Meilleures.]