What patient can trust the knowledge of a physician without reputation or furniture, in a period when publicity is all-powerful and when the government gilds the lamp posts on the Place de la Concorde in order to dazzle the poor?

Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

To say to a rich man: You are poor! is to tell the Archbishop of Granada that his sermons are worthless.

Women? In order to realize how far these charming creatures we idealize can carry their cruelty, we must see them among themselves!

All genuinely noble women prefer truth to falsehood. As the Russians with their Czar, they are unwilling to see their idol degraded; they want to be proud of the domination they accept.

Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.