A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.

The secret of the nobility and beauty of great ladies lies in the art with which they can shed their veils. In such situations, they become like ancient statues. If they kept the merest scarf on, they would be lewd. Your bourgeois woman will always try to cover her nakedness.

Evasion is unworthy of us, and is always the intimate of equivocation.

An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.

Unintelligent persons are like weeds that thrive in good ground; they love to be amused in proportion to the degree in which they weary themselves.