Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.

The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.

Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Novelty is both delightful and deceptive.

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God.

No hawk swooping down upon his prey, no stag improvising new detours by which to trick the huntsman, no dog scenting game from afar is comparable in speed to the celerity of a salesman when he gets wind a deal, to his skill in tripping up or forestalling a rival, and to the art with which he sniffs out and discovers a possible sale.