The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.

To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

The monotony of provincial life attracts the attention of people to the kitchen. You do not dine as luxuriously in the provinces as in Paris, but you dine better, because the dishes serve you are the result of mediation and study.

When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?

The union of a want and a sentiment.

When an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.