When one has no particular talent for anything, one takes to the pen.

Necessity is often the spur to genius.

One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.

True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.