To have one's mother-in-law in the country when one lives in Paris, and vice versa, is one of those strokes of luck that one encounters only too rarely.

A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our Mother Eve bequeathed to her.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

The Police and the Society of Jesus posses in common the virtue of never forsaking their enemies as friends.

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.

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.