If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.

Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

If certain women walk straight into adultery, there are many others who cling to numerous hopes, and commit sin only after wandering through a maze of sorrows.

Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.