Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Gentleness in the gait is what simplicity is in the dress. Violent gestures or quick movements inspire involuntary disrespect.

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

The secret of the nobility and beauty of great ladies lies in the art with which they can shed their veils. In such situations, they become like ancient statues. If they kept the merest scarf on, they would be lewd. Your bourgeois woman will always try to cover her nakedness.

We do not wish success yet we obtain it. Always we find what we are not looking for. These words are too true not to become a proverb some day.

In the medical profession a horse and carriage are more necessary than any scientific knowledge.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.