A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?

A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.

The greater a man's talents, the more marked his idiosyncracies. Yet in the provinces originality is considered perilously close to lunacy.

The fashions we call English in Paris are French in London, and vice versa. Franco-British hostility vanishes when it comes to questions of words and clothing. God save the King is a tune composed by Lully for a chorus in a play by Racine.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

Thought is the only treasure that God sets outside all power and keeps to serve as a secret link among the unhappy.