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

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.

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

Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

Imagination helps the realism of every detail, and only sees the beauties of the work.

We love because we love.