One never knows how much a family may grow; and when a hive is too full, and it is necessary to form a new swarm, each one thinks of carrying away his own honey.

You see what stupid folk my publishers are; but they are all alike.

Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart.

The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. I shall have opened the way for other women.

Love without reverence and enthusiasm is only friendship.

The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling.

As far as I am concerned I would rather spend the rest of my life in prison than marry again.