The prodigality of millionaires is comparable only to their greed of gain. Let some whim or passion seize them and money is of no account. In fact these Croesuses find whims and passions harder to come by than gold.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

Nature endows woman alternately with a particular strength which helps her to suffer and a weakness which counsels her to be resigned.

Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.

When a woman starts talking about her duty, her regard for appearances, and her respect for religion, she raises so many bulwarks which she delights to see captured by storm.