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

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

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

Glory and fame mean twelve thousand francs' worth of paid articles in the newspapers and five thousand crowns' worth of dinners.

There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.

True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!

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