One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.
Equality may be the law, but no human power can install it.
Glory is the sunshine of the dead
No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.
In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.