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

When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

The woman who is about to deceive her husband always carefully thinks out how she is going to act, but she is never logical.

A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

It is beyond a doubt that during the sixteenth century, and the years immediately preceding and following it, poisoning had been brought to a pitch of perfection which remains unknown to modern chemistry, but which is indisputably proved by history. Italy, the cradle of modern science, was at that time, the inventor and mistress of these secrets, many of which are lost.