I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.

The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.

No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.

Girls are apt to imagine noble and enchanting and totally imaginary figures in their own minds; they have fanciful extravagant ideas about men, and sentiment, and life; and then they innocently endow somebody or other with all the perfections for their daydreams, and put their trust in him.

The election of a deputy to the Legislature offers a noble and majestic spectacle comparable only to the delivery of a child. It involves the same efforts, the same impurities, the same laceration, and the same triumph.

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.