From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God.

There is nothing original; all is reflected light.

I should like one of these days to be so well known, so popular, so celebrated, so famous, that it would permit me . . . to break wind in society, and society would think it a most natural thing.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

A sacrament by virtue of which each imparts nothing but vexations to the other.

Journalists grow accustomed to seeing evil and they let it pass; they proceed to approve it, and they end by committing it themselves.