To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.

You cannot pluck love out of your heart as you would pull a tooth.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

Glory and fame mean twelve thousand francs' worth of paid articles in the newspapers and five thousand crowns' worth of dinners.

Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.