In a husband, there is only a man; in a married woman, there is a man, a father, a mother and a woman.

Necessity is the spur of genius.

True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

The habits of every animal are, at least in the eyes of man, constantly similar in all ages. But the habits, the clothes, the words and the dwelling of a prince, a banker, an artist, a bourgeois, a priest and a pauper, are wholly dissimilar and change at the will of civilizations.

Love knows nothing of modesty.