Memory is a paradise out of which fate cannot drive us.

Memory is a paradise out of which fate cannot drive us.

The chains of marriage are so heavy that it takes two to bear them, sometimes three.

Women sometimes allow you to be unfaithful to their love; they never allow you to wound their self-esteem.

We are not allowed to have hearts, under penalty of being hooted down.

We must have done something very wicked before we were born, or else we must be going to be very happy indeed when we are dead, for God to let this life have all the tortures of expiation and all the sorrows of an ordeal.

Be good, be young, be true! Evil is nothing but vanity, let us have the pride of good, and above all let us never despair.