Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.
Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.
Lovers have a way of using this word, nothing, which implies exactly the opposite.
Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
A mother’s life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.
Love is a game in which one always cheats.
The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the countenance.
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.
There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.
Power is action; the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.
The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.
Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.
Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.