The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

Let passion reach a catastrophe and it submits us to an intoxicating force far more powerful than the niggardly irritation of wine or of opium. The lucidity our ideas then achieve, and the delicacy of our overly exalted sensations, produce the strangest and most unexpected effects.

Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.