» A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.
» Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
» The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.
» It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.
» True, what you sacrifice for the world is but poorly recognized by it; for it is man that rules and reaps the harvest; the thousand night watches and sacrifices by which a mother secures the state a hero or a poet are forgotten, not even mentioned, for the mother herself does not mention them, and so one century after another do the wives, unknown and unrewarded send forth the arrows, the starts the storm-birds and the nightingales of time.
» Whenever, at a party, I have been in the mood to study fools, I have always looked for a great beauty: they always gather round her like flies around a fruit stall.
» Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.
» I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.
» Variety of mere nothings gives more pleasure than uniformity of something.
» Weaklings must lie.