The virtues we acquire, which develop slowly within us, are the invisible links that bind each one of our existences to the others - existences which the spirit alone remembers, for Matter has no memory for spiritual things.

Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.

No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.

Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Danger arouses interest. Where death is involved, the vilest criminal invariably stirs a little compassion.

The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.