There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.

One hour of love has a whole life in it.

Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.

The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.