It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

To kill a relative of whom you are tired is something. But to inherit his property afterwards, that is genuine pleasure.

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.

Nothing is a greater impediment to being on good terms with others than being ill at ease with yourself.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.

All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.

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

A mother’s life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

Love is a game in which one always cheats.

Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.

A mother who is really a mother is never free.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

It is as absurd to say that a man can’t love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

Power is action; the electoral principle is discussion. No political action is possible when discussion is permanently established.

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.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady’s window.

Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.

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

Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

Behind every great fortune lies a great crime.

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

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.

Towns find it as hard as houses of business to rise again from ruin.

Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact.

Laws are spider webs through which the big flies pass and the little ones get caught.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Lovers have a way of using this word, nothing, which implies exactly the opposite.

Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser’s gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyment have been intellectual joys.

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected at least one woman.

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect; without esteem they cannot exist; esteem is the first demand that they make of love.

The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.

What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

Political liberty, the peace of a nation, and science itself are gifts for which Fate demands a heavy tax in blood!

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

Modesty is the conscience of the body.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn’t, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.

A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.

Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.

Finance, like time, devours its own children.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.

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.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

It would be curious to know what leads a man to become a stationer rather than a baker, when he is no longer compelled, as among the Egyptians, to succeed to his father’s craft.

Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

There is something great and terrible about suicide.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

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

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.

The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the countenance.

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.