The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.

In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.

Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true.

A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

Time is the only capital of those who just have their inteligence as fortune.

Like evil, sublimity is also contagious.

When passion is not fed, it changes to need. At this juncture, marriage becomes a fixed idea in the mind of the bourgeois, being the only means whereby he can win a woman and appropriate her to his uses.