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

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

For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?

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

A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.

France is a country that loves to change their government if it is always the same.