If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

Power is action; the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.

At thirty years a woman asks her lover to give her back the esteem she has forfeited for his sake; she lives only for him, her thoughts are full of his future, he must have a great career, she bids him make it glorious; she can obey, entreat, command, humble herself, or rise in pride; times without number she brings comfort when a young girl can only make moan.

It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

For certain people, misfortune is a beacon that lights up the dark and baser sides of social life.

Coffee falls into the stomach... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...