Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.

With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.

For businessmen, the world is a bale of banknotes in circulation; for most young men, it is a woman; for some women, it is a man; and for others it may be a salon, a coterie, a part of town or a whole city.

Show me the woman, however loyal, who does not seek to rouse desire.

For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.

Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.