The Blue-stockings 15: The woman of letters in the humanities applying herself to man, to famously philosophical reflections!

The Blue-stockings 20: Oh woe!... to have dreamed... a husband

The Blue-stockings 27: It's curious... many ideas come to me... that..

The Blue-stockings 21: Goodbye my dear Flora... Don’t forget..

The Blue-stockings 3: Goodbye, my dear, I am going to my editors’..

The Blue-stockings 11: Take that further away... impossible to work..

The Blue-stockings 14: Devilish bawling child, go!..

The Blue-stockings 12: To think that Arsinoé was not happy to be the sitter for her portrait..

The Blue-stockings 31: Follow my argument carefully, Eudoxie..

The Blue-stockings 18: Oh my idolised Victor... a poetic idea has come to me!..

The Blue-stockings 25: The president shouting at the top of her voice: Ladies!ﾉ

The Blue-stockings 23: The artist has represented me at the moment when I am writing..

The Blue-stockings 22: The blue-stocking declaiming her play －Act 6 Scene 1... the theatre shows a tiger asleep in the desert... Rosalba barely drags herself forward, and does so with even greater difficulty because of her five children and her aged father: －Rosalba falls at the foot of a date-palm covered with coconuts, and cries in despair: Oh heaven, when will our torments finish. －The entire audience (in a low voice): ‘and ours, too, when will they finish, oh heaven!’

The Blue-stockings 17: (The pit at the Odéon) － The author!... the author!... the author!... － Gentlemen, your impatience will be satisfied... you wish to know who is the author of this play which has just received such a great, and I should say, such justifiable, success... the author... is meeeeee!

The Blue-stockings 13: － Sir, excuse me if I inconvenience you a little... but you understand that I’m now writing a new novel, and I need to consult a multitude of old authors!... －(The Gentleman, aside) Old authors!... Heavens, she should have consulted them while they were alive, for she must have been their contemporary!..

JOURNEY TO CHINA 9: A CHINESE DANCE.One is greatly mistaken if one believes the Chinese people to be giddy, joyful and the friend of pleasure: they are on the contrary serious and morose, since their greatest amusement consists in a type of lugubrious walking in which the men and women walk one in front of the other, or one beside the other, and seem to be saying among themselves: brother we should die! In order also to point to the philosophical intention behind this ceremony, the opposite of dancing, they call it: Counter-dancing

JOURNEY TO CHINA 6: CHINESE PROPRIETY. In this country they have a singular idea of propriety!... the most chaste young girl, the most upstanding woman do not blush, by a prodigious exaggeration of forms, to call attention to a certain quarter to which they give the appearance of a veritable air-balloon... they call that a bustle..

ROBERT MACAIRE. 2nd Series 17: Man in naluratibus [sic]. Philosophy, my dear Bertrand, explains very well our two characters from our physiques... you are weakness, I am strength... to you is cunning, to me courage... you are the ivy and I the oak, without me the slightest breeze from the police will plunge you into a torrent of misfortune... do not leave me and inscribe upon your arms: I die or I cling

ROBERT MACAIRE. 2nd Series 17: Man in naluratibus [sic]. Philosophy, my dear Bertrand, explains very well our two characters from our physiques... you are weakness, I am strength... to you is cunning, to me courage... you are the ivy and I the oak, without me the slightest breeze from the police will plunge you into a torrent of misfortune... do not leave me and inscribe upon your arms: I die or I cling

Celebrrrrrrated Painting Jury: composed of a Composer, an Astronomer, a Mathematician, several Architects and a Chemist. － The Chemist (yawning)... in... the... fi... nal... an...alysis..., and because on the painting Jury there is no Painter! What if we went to dinner