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

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.

Her delight in the smallest things was like that of a child. There were days when she ran in the garden, like a child of ten, after a butterfly or a dragon-fly. This courtesan who had cost more money in bouquets than would have kept a whole family in comfort, would sometimes sit on the grass for an hour, examining the simple flower whose name she bore.

Everything was believed except the truth.

One has always had a childhood, whatever one becomes.

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

Love without esteem cannot go far or reach high. It is an angel with only one wing.