A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn.

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

True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

Men are such dupes by choice, that he who would impose upon others never need be at a loss to find ready victims.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

A husband and wife who are in the habit of occupying separate rooms are either beings apart, or they have found happiness. Either they hate or they adore each other.