Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

True love rules especially through memory.

All happiness depends on courage and work.

Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

When women love, they forgive everything...

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God.

Love is the most melodious of all harmonies.

Temperament is the thermometer of character.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.

Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

Conventions are often more cruel than the law.

Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.

He who best knows the world will love it least.

Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.

Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.

Even beauty cannot always palliate eccentricity.

Pure herring oil is the port wine of English cats

But does not happiness come from the soul within?

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

There is nothing original; all is reflected light.

When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army

A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.

All human power is a compound of time and patience.

Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.

Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.

The future of a nation lies in the hands of mothers.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.

Great minds always tend to see virtue in misfortune.

Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.

Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.

A jealous husband doesnt doubt his wife, but himself.

Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.

For the journalist, anything probable is gospel truth.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

We are scarcely apt to berate the source of enjoyment.

Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

With monuments as with men, position means everything.

But woman brings disorder into society through passion.

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