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

But woman brings disorder into society through passion.

By resorting to self-resignation, the unfortunate consummate.

Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?

It would be curious to know what leads a man to become a stationer rather than a baker, when he is no longer compelled, as among the Egyptians, to succeed to his father's craft.

Emulation is not rivalry. Emulation is the child of ambition; rivalry is the unlovable daughter of envy.

A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.