The world will avenge itself upon all happiness in which it has no share.
Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.
The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
A sacrament by virtue of which each imparts nothing but vexations to the other.
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.
If certain women walk straight into adultery, there are many others who cling to numerous hopes, and commit sin only after wandering through a maze of sorrows.