To speak of love is to make love.

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.

When passion is not fed, it changes to need. At this juncture, marriage becomes a fixed idea in the mind of the bourgeois, being the only means whereby he can win a woman and appropriate her to his uses.

Lofty souls are always inclined to make a virtue of misfortune.

The world will avenge itself upon all happiness in which it has no share.