I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad. As to that regular, uninterrupted love of writing. I do not understand it. I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.

What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman.