The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.
Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.
Noble hearts are neither jealous nor afraid because jealousy spells doubt and fear spells pettiness.
In Paris every man must have had a love affair. What woman wants something that no other woman ever wanted.
The most virtuous women have within them something that is never chaste.
In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.