The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.

But woman brings disorder into society through passion.

To have one's mother-in-law in the country when one lives in Paris, and vice versa, is one of those strokes of luck that one encounters only too rarely.

Sects differ more in name than tenets.

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.

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.