Sects Differ More In Name Than Tenets.

For The Journalist, Anything Probable Is Gospel Truth.

What Is A Child, Monsieur, But The Image Of Two Beings, The Fruit Of Two Sentiments Spontaneously Blended?

Lofty Souls Are Always Inclined To Make A Virtue Of Misfortune.

At Fifteen, Neither Beauty Nor Talent Exist: A Woman Is All Promise.

The Boor Covers Himself, The Rich Man Or The Fool Adorns Himself, And The Elegant Man Gets Dressed.