Innocence Is Ashamed Of Nothing.

We Have To Have Powder For Our Wigs; That Is Why So Many Poor People Have No Bread.

Childhood Is The Sleep Of Reason. [fr., L'enfance Est Le Sommeil De La Raison.]

That Which Renders Life Burdensome To Us Generally Arises From The Abuse Of It.

Provided A Man Is Not Mad, He Can Be Cured Of Every Folly But Vanity.

The Empire Of Woman Is An Empire Of Softness, Of Address, Of Complacency. Her Commands Are Caresses, Her Menaces Are Tears.