Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.

Economized love is never real love.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.

Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.