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

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

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.

Beauty is the greatest of human powers. Any power without counterbalance or control becomes autocratic and leads to abuse and to folly. Despotism in a government is insanity; in woman, fantasy.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.

Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond it? Does not our keenest suffering arise when our free will is crossed?