The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
Finance, like time, devours its own children.
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.
Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.
What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
A husband who submits to his wife's yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman's influence ought to be entirely concealed.
In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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.
Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.
To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.