Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.

Prostitution and robbery are two living protests, respectively female and male, made by the natural state against the social state.

Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors.

The future of a nation lies in the hands of mothers.

Bureaucracy is a giant mechanism operated by pygmies.

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.

When will conventional good manners become attractive? When will ladies of fashion exhibit their shoulders a little less and their affability and wit a little more?