Prostitution and robbery are two living protests, respectively female and male, made by the natural state against the social state.

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Passions are no more forgiving than human laws and they reason more justly. Are they not based on a conscience of their own, infallible as an instinct?

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.