If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.

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

A husband and wife who are in the habit of occupying separate rooms are either beings apart, or they have found happiness. Either they hate or they adore each other.

Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.

France is a country that loves to change their government if it is always the same.