Obligations, hatreds, injuries; what did I expect my memories to be? I was forgetting remorse. Now I have a complete past.

Nobody has a more sacred obligation to obey the law than those who make the law.

In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

With God, what is terrible is that one never knows whether it's not just a trick of the devil.

Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers?

Everything ends this way in France — everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, diplomatic affairs — everything is a pretext for a good dinner.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.