We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

My dear Madame, I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter. P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.

If only for the sake of elegance, I try to remain morally pure.

How can we have the courage to wish to live, how can we make a movement to preserve ourselves from death, in a world where love is provoked by a lie and consists solely in the need of having our sufferings appeased by whatever being has made us suffer?

The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.