The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

Prostitution and robbery are two living protests, respectively female and male, made by the natural state against the social state.

In France we can cauterize wounds but we do not yet know any remedy for the injuries inflicted by a bon mot.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.