When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

The Police and the Society of Jesus posses in common the virtue of never forsaking their enemies as friends.

Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Lofty souls are always inclined to make a virtue of misfortune.

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.

There is nothing original; all is reflected light.