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.

Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Economized love is never real love.

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

Imagination helps the realism of every detail, and only sees the beauties of the work.

Poets and men of action differ: the former yield to their feelings in order to reproduce them in lively colors, and therefore judge only ex post facto; the latter feel and judge at one and the same time.