When an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.

Vulgar souls look hastily and superficially at the sea and accuse it of monotony; other more privileged beings could spend a lifetime admiring it and discovering new and changing phenomena that delight them. So it is with love.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

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

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

Everybody all over the world takes a wife's estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.