Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man

For avarice begins where poverty ends.

I declare, on my soul and conscience, that the attainment of power, or of a great name in literature, seemed to me an easier victory than a success with some young, witty, and gracious lady of high degree.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors.

Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.