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

Is all our fire of shipwreck wood?

All the married heiresses I have known have shipwrecked.

I think we are inexterminable, like flies and bedbugs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When arms speak, the laws are silent.

To hide and feel guilty would be the beginning of defeat.