By and large, women have a faith and a morality peculiar to themselves; they believe in the reality of everything that serves their interest and their passions.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

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

Among even the happiest married couples there are always moments of regret.

Suffering predisposes the mind to devoutness; and most young girls, prompted by instinctive tenderness, lean towards mysticism, the obscurer side of religion.

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