The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.

Events are never absolute, their outcome depends entirely upon the individual. Misfortune is a stepping stone for a genius, a piscina for a Christian, a treasure for a man of parts, and an abyss for a weakling.

The woman who is about to deceive her husband always carefully thinks out how she is going to act, but she is never logical.

No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea.

Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.

If youth were not ignorant and timid, civilization would be impossible.

The greatest joy a petty soul can taste is to dupe a great soul and catch it in a snare.