A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.

A lover teaches a wife all her husband has kept from her.

Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

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

Thanks to the toleration preached by the encyclopedists of the eighteenth century, the sorcerer is exempt from torture.

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!