Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.

Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.

The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in the steep, downward slope of hatred.

The habits of every animal are, at least in the eyes of man, constantly similar in all ages. But the habits, the clothes, the words and the dwelling of a prince, a banker, an artist, a bourgeois, a priest and a pauper, are wholly dissimilar and change at the will of civilizations.

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

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.