Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.

Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.

We are scarcely apt to berate the source of enjoyment.

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.

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

If we study Nature attentively in its great evolutions as in its minutest works, we cannot fail to recognize the possibility of enchantment - giving to that word its exact significance.

Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.