If you think of paying court to the men in power, your eternal ruin is assured.

I see but one rule: to be clear. If I am not clear, all my world crumbles to nothing.

The more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.

The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.