Happy men are grave. They carry their happiness cautiously, as they would a glass filled to the brim which the slightest movement could cause to spill over, or break.

For in Paris, whenever God puts a pretty woman there (the streets), the Devil, in reply, immediately puts a fool to keep her.

I did not want to be taken for a fool-the typical French reason for performing the worst of deeds without remorse.

The crimes of extreme civilization are certainly more atrocious than those of extreme barbarism.

Passions are less mischievous than boredom, for passions tend to diminish and boredom increase.

Next to the wound, what women make best is the bandage.

The crimes of extreme civilization are probably worse than those of extreme barbarism, because of their refinement, the corruption they presuppose, and their superior degree of intellectuality.