War was then no longer this noble and unified outburst of souls in love with glory that he had imagined from Napoleon's proclamations.

She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?

Friendship has its illusions no less than love.

Women prefer emotions to reasoning.

Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.

Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.

Only great minds can afford a simple style.