Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.

The world will avenge itself upon all happiness in which it has no share.

He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.

Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, the sorcerer is exempt from torture.

To forget is the great secret of strong creative natures; to forget is the way nature herself who knows no past and who at every hour begins the mysteries of her untiring labors afresh.

But woman brings disorder into society through passion.

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.