In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.

Poles offer a mobility like that of the wind that blows over the immense plains and marches of Poland. Show a Pole a precipice, and he will leap headlong over it.

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.

Men are such dupes by choice, that he who would impose upon others never need be at a loss to find ready victims.

Nothing about me surprises me.

Journalists grow accustomed to seeing evil and they let it pass; they proceed to approve it, and they end by committing it themselves.

A woman in love has full intelligence of her power; the more virtuous she is, the more effective her coquetry.