I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.

The woman who is about to deceive her husband always carefully thinks out how she is going to act, but she is never logical.

Our most natural feelings are those we are loath to confess, and fatuity is among them.

Love knows nothing of modesty.

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.

But also remember: if you have any genuine feelings, hide them like treasure; never let anyone so much as suspect them, or you're lost. Instead of being the executioner, you'll be the victim. And if you ever fall in love, keep that absolutely secret! Never breathe a word until you're completely sure of the person to whom you open your heart. And to protect that love, even before you feel it, learn to despise the world.

It is a singular fact that most men of action incline to the theory of fatalism, while the greater part of men of thought believe in providence.