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.

Glory is the sunshine of the dead

Modesty is the conscience of the body.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

Charity is not one of the virtues practiced on the stock market. The heart of a bank is but one of many viscera.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

Power is action; the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.