Ah! What Pleasure It Must Be To

To Kill A Relative Of Whom You Are Tired Is Something. But To Inherit His Property Afterwards, That Is Genuine Pleasure.

One Of The Glories Of Society Is To Have Created Woman Where Nature Had Made Only A Female; To Have Created A Continuity Of Desire Where Nature Thought Only Of Perpetuating The Species; And, In Fine, To Have Invented Love.

Admiration Bestowed Upon Any One But Ourselves Is Always Tedious.

We Love Because We Love.

To Those Who Have Exhausted Politics, Nothing Remains But Abstract Thought.