In the silence of their studios, busied for days at a time with works which leave the mind relatively free, painters become like women; their thought….

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue..

Once she has committed sin, there is nothing left for the Protestant woman, whereas the Catholic Church, hope of forgiveness makes a woman sublime..

Friendships last when each friend thinks he has a slight superiority over the other..

In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors ….

No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect..

Numbers are intellectual witnesses that belong only to mankind..

Le bonheur engloutit nos forces, comme le malheur e teint nos vertus. Happiness engulfs our strength, just as misfortune extinguishes our virtues..

Thinking is seeing.... Every human science is based on deduction, which is a slow process of seeing by which we work up from the effect to the cause;….

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself..

Virtue is not a thing you can have by halves; it is or it is not..

Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an alliance with virtue, that a woman….

Tradesmen regard an author with a mixed feeling of terror, compassion and curiosity..

Kindness steers no easy course. Attributing it to character, we seldom recognize the secret efforts of a noble heart, whereas we reward really wicked….

True love rules especially through memory..

A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne..

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron..

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God..

The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing..

Glory is the sunshine of the dead.

Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyments have been i….