One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.

Let us leave the cure of public evils to those quacks, the statesmen.

Bankers are lynxes. To expect any gratitude from them is equivalent to attempting to move the wolves of the Ukraine to pity in the middle of winter.

A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur.

Emulation is not rivalry. Emulation is the child of ambition; rivalry is the unlovable daughter of envy.

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.

To get a traveling salesman drunk is the height of impossibility.