I detest posterity—every king hates his heir.
Scandals are like dandelion seeds; they are arrow-headed and stick when they fall, and bring forth and multiply fourfold.
The puff perfect is the puff personal—adroitly masked.
I wear the Bonnet Rouge discreetly weighed down with a fine tassel of British prudence.
He was a master of the great art of banter. It is a marvellous force; it kills sanctity, unveils sophistry, travesties wisdom, cuts through the finest shield, and turns the noblest impulses to hopeless ridicule.