Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.

Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type only by employing the singularities of several similar characters.

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.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.

What is art? Nature concentrated.

Everybody all over the world takes a wife's estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.