Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.

Nature endows woman alternately with a particular strength which helps her to suffer and a weakness which counsels her to be resigned.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

Love and work have the virtues of making a man pretty indifferent to anything else.