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

When a woman starts talking about her duty, her regard for appearances, and her respect for religion, she raises so many bulwarks which she delights to see captured by storm.

Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

I should like one of these days to be so well known, so popular, so celebrated, so famous, that it would permit me . . . to break wind in society, and society would think it a most natural thing.

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

Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.