Women themselves are so happy, and so beautiful, when they're strong, that they naturally choose powerful men, even if that power's so enermous there's a real risk it could shatter them.

Everybody all over the world takes a wife's estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.

A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.

For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.