There are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

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

In Paris every man must have had a love affair. What woman wants something that no other woman ever wanted.

Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

The sanctity of womanhood is incompatible with social liberty and social claims; and for a woman emancipation means corruption.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.