A monster which devours everything - that is familiarity.

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.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and in Paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.

Neither the passions not justice nor politics nor the great social forces ever consider the victims they strike.

Jealousy, an eminently credulous and suspicious passion, allows fancy the greatest possible play. But it does not bestow wit, it banishes all sense.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.