Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others.

I think we are inexterminable, like flies and bedbugs.

All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities.

When arms speak, the laws are silent.

All the married heiresses I have known have shipwrecked.

It’s the end of the world every day, for someone.

We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.

It belongs to a nobleman to weep in an hour of disaster.

Is all our fire of shipwreck wood?

Once you hear the details of a victory it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

It would be impossible to live for a year without disaster unless one practiced character-reading.

Pride and excess bring disaster for man.

Why listen to me? I can only predict epidemics and plagues.