The Parisan, sauntering the streets idly, is as often a man in despair as a lounger.

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

Nothing is irredeemably ugly but sin.

Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.

Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type only by employing the singularities of several similar characters.

Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.

How fondly swindlers coddle their dupes! No mother is as caressing or thoughtful towards her adored child as a merchant in hypocrisy toward his milch-cow.