It would be curious to know what leads a man to become a stationer rather than a baker, when he is no longer compelled, as among the Egyptians, to succeed to his father's craft.

A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination.

Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

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.