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.

Marriage is a fight to the death. Before contracting it, the two parties concerned implore the benediction of Heaven because to promise to love each other forever is the rashest of enterprises.

Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.

A rent in your clothes is a mishap, a stain on them is a vice.

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

Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.