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?

To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.

When there is an old maid in the house, a watchdog is unnecessary.

Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they're strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power's so enermous there's a real risk it could shatter them.

Sometimes, one gesture comprises an entire drama, the accent of one word ruins an entire existence, and the indifference of one glance kills the happiest passion.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.