There is something great and terrible about suicide.

No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea.

The secret of a great success for which you are at a loss to account is a crime that has never been found out, because it was properly executed.

Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.

The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true

Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.

Six weeks with a fever is an eternity.