No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.

Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?

I prefer thought to action, an idea to a transaction, contemplation to activity.

A monster which devours everything - that is familiarity.

A wife is property that one acquires by contract, she is transferable, because possession of her requires title; in fact, woman is, so to speak, only man's appendage; consequently, slice, cut, clip her, you have all rights to her.

Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.

How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return?