Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

The response man has the greatest difficulty in tolerating is pity, especially when he warrants it. Hatred is a tonic, it makes one live, it inspires vengeance, but pity kills, it makes our weakness weaker.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.

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.

Man's condition is horrible because, no matter what form his happiness may take, it arises from some species of ignorance.

Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.