The same passions in man and woman nonetheless differ in tempo; hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another.

One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

The more a person indulges himself the less others are willing to indulge him.

Instinct. When the house burns one forgets even lunch. Yes, but one eats it later in the ashes.

Seducing one's neighbor to a good opinion and then afterwards believing devoutly in this neighbor's opinion--who can match women in this clever ploy?

What is the seal of liberation? Not to be ashamed in front of oneself.

To have and to want more that is life.