In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the buckle of the strap that you may fall and crack your skull; one wrenches off your horse's shoes, another steals your whip, and the least treacherous of them all is the man whom you see coming to fire his pistol at you point blank.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

France is a country that loves to change their government if it is always the same.

The more you judge, the less you love.

Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

Let passion reach a catastrophe and it submits us to an intoxicating force far more powerful than the niggardly irritation of wine or of opium. The lucidity our ideas then achieve, and the delicacy of our overly exalted sensations, produce the strangest and most unexpected effects.

True love rules especially through memory.