Men do not change; they unmask themselves.

Love is the whole history of a woman's life, it is but an episode in a man's.

Men have made of fortune an all-powerful goddess, in order that she may be made responsible for all their blunder's.

One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.

However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.

The people are as severe toward the clergy as toward women; they want to see absolute devotion to duty from both.

Divine Wisdom, intending to detain us some time on earth, has done well to cover with a veil the prospect of the life to come; for if our sight could clearly distinguish the opposite bank, who would remain on this tempestuous coast of time?