Sensuality is the death of the soul.

Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.

Like most young people, these two attributed to the world their own intelligence and virtues. Youth who knows no failure has no mercy on the faults of other people; but it has also a sublime faith in them.

Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.