Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.

I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.

In a husband, there is only a man; in a married woman, there is a man, a father, a mother and a woman.

There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.

Remorse is impotent; it will repeat its faults. Repentance only is a true force; it puts an end to everything.

For certain people, misfortune is a beacon that lights up the dark and baser sides of social life.