A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.
Heaven forbids, it is true, certain gratifications, but there are ways and means of compounding such matters.
The ancients, sir, are the ancients, and we are the people of today.
If everyone were clothed with integrity, if every heart were just, frank, kindly, the other virtues would be well-nigh useless.
Frenchmen have an unlimited capacity for gallantry and indulge it on every occasion.
I recover my property wherever I find it.