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.

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!

The woman you buy takes a great deal of money. The woman who gives herself to you takes all your money.

The union of a want and a sentiment.

The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.

Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.