"Does not love forgive every thing ?" was her answer.
"At least," thought I, "it never talks in those pretty phrases." The conversation soon turned upon books.

As for me, I never at that time took a share in those discussions; indeed, I have long laid it down as a rule, that a man never gains by talking to more than one person at a time.

If you don't shine, you are a fool--if you do, you are a bore.
You must become either ridiculous or unpopular--either hurt your own self-love by stupidity, or that of others by wit.

I therefore sat in silence, looking exceedingly edified, and now and then muttering "good!" "true!" Thank heaven, however, the suspension of one faculty only increases the vivacity of the others; my eyes and ears always watch like sentinels over the repose of my lips.

Careless and indifferent as I seem to all things, nothing ever escapes me: the minutest erreur in a dish or a domestic, the most trifling peculiarity in a criticism or a coat, my glance detects in an instant, and transmits for ever to my recollection.
"You have seen Jouy's 'Hermite de la Chaussee D'Antin ?'" said our host to Lord Vincent.
"I have, and think meanly of it.