Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.

A murderer is less loathsome to us than a spy. The murderer may have acted on a sudden mad impulse; he may be penitent and amend; but a spy is always a spy, night and day, in bed, at table, as he walks abroad; his vileness pervades every moment of his life

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

There are moments in life when all we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us; our wounds would wince at the touch of consoling words, that would reveal the depths of our pain.

Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.

Man is no match for woman where mischief reigns.