Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats.

Imagination, whatever may be said to the contrary, will always hold a place in history, as truth does in romance. Has not romance been penned with history in view?

Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it.

Genius has its fatality. Must we not see in its works a manifestation of the will of Providence?

The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth.

Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.