The future of a nation lies in the hands of mothers.

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

When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.

Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to dispense them from admiration, a vulgar emotion.

Our happiness often depends upon social hypocrisies to which we will never stoop.

The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.

Bankers are lynxes. To expect any gratitude from them is equivalent to attempting to move the wolves of the Ukraine to pity in the middle of winter.