Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

No human being can control love, and no one is to blame either for feeling it or for losing it. What alone degrades a woman is falsehood.

Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.

Masterpieces are only lucky attempts.

The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

All your trouble comes from lack of exercise. A man of your strength and constitution ought always to have kept physically active. So don't jibe at the very wise advice that sentences you to one hour's walk a day. You imagine the work of the mind takes place only in the brain; but you're much mistaken. It takes place in the legs as well.