Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool's notion of history.

The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in spring, all its flowers in summer, and all its fruits in autumn.

In France we can cauterize wounds but we do not yet know any remedy for the injuries inflicted by a bon mot.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.