There are no principles; there are only events. There is no good and bad, there are only circumstances.

Sensuality is the death of the soul.

When in Turkey, do as the turkeys do.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

You're a fine fastidious young man, as proud as a lion, as gentle as a girl. You'd make a good catch for the devil.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.