Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

Journalism is a giant catapult set in motion by pigmy hatreds.

In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.

In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.

In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.