For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

To lese-majeste and contempt of court, we must add the crime of lese-million, that fearful indignity we visit on the rich when we expose the impotence of gold.

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

A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in. Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons.