When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.

The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.

In our calling, we have to choose; we must make our fortune either in this world or in the next, there is no middle way.

The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.

This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.

The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.

After moral poisoning, one requires physical remedies and a bottle of champagne.