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.

Like most young people, these two attributed to the world their own intelligence and virtues. Youth who knows no failure has no mercy on the faults of other people; but it has also a sublime faith in them.

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.

Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.