There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

It may cost me twenty thousand francs; but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.

It is the public scandal that offends; to sin in secret is no sin at all.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

True, Heaven prohibits certain pleasures; but one can generally negotiate a compromise.

The public scandal is what constitutes the offence: sins sinned in secret are no sins at all.

He who follows his lessons tastes a profound peace, and looks upon everybody as a bunch of manure.