Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, the sorcerer is exempt from torture.

The response man has the greatest difficulty in tolerating is pity, especially when he warrants it. Hatred is a tonic, it makes one live, it inspires vengeance, but pity kills, it makes our weakness weaker.

They [twin beds] are the most stupid, the most perfidious, and the most dangerous invention in the world. Shame and a curse on who thought of them.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.