Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

Our most natural feelings are those we are loath to confess, and fatuity is among them.

A woman filled with faith in the one she loves is the creation of a novelist's imagination.

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

Necessity is often the spur to genius.

Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.