Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.

For the journalist, anything probable is gospel truth.

All human power is a compound of time and patience.

When in Turkey, do as the turkeys do.

In France we can cauterize wounds but we do not yet know any remedy for the injuries inflicted by a bon mot.

Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an alliance with virtue, that a woman never shows to full advantage except as a mother. Then alone can her character expand in the fulfillment of all life's duties and the enjoyment of all its pleasures.