If we all said people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.

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

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

Wit needs leisure, and certain inequalities of position

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.