Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

A naked woman is less dangerous than one who spreads her skirt skillfully to cover and exhibit everything at once.

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

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

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

Sensuality is the death of the soul.

You may imitate, but never counterfeit.