It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

Thought is the only treasure that God sets outside all power and keeps to serve as a secret link among the unhappy.

One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.