The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.

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

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

One of the glories of society is to have created woman where Nature had made only a female; to have created a continuity of desire where Nature thought only of perpetuating the species; and, in fine, to have invented love.

Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.