A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

Those sweetly smiling angels with pensive looks, innocent faces, and cash-boxes for hearts.

Cruelty and fear shake hands together.

Like evil, sublimity is also contagious.

In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.

Emulation is not rivalry. Emulation is the child of ambition; rivalry is the unlovable daughter of envy.