The really great novel tends to be the exact negative of its author's life.

Modesty and unselfishness - these are the virtues which men praise - and pass by.

We can talk frankly about our defects only to those who recognise our qualities.

[...] marriage is one thing, and love is another...You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques.

Learning is nothing without cultivated manners, but when the two are combined in a woman, you have one of the most exquisite products of civilization.

We appreciate frankness from those who like us. Frankness from others is called insolence.

If you value a man's regard, strive with him. As to liking, you like your newspaper - and despise it.