An ounce of courage will go farther with women than a pound of timidity.

One day, about the middle of July 1838, one of the carriages, lately introduced to Paris cabstands, and known as Milords, was driving down the Rue de l'Universite, conveying a stout man of middle height in the uniform of a captain of the National Guard.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

What saves the virtue of many a woman is that protecting god, the impossible.

Poles offer a mobility like that of the wind that blows over the immense plains and marches of Poland. Show a Pole a precipice, and he will leap headlong over it.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.