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.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.

One of the glories of society is to have created woman where Nature had made only a female; to have created a continuity of desire where Nature thought only of perpetuating the species; and, in fine, to have invented love.

There are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and in Paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.