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

There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.

What saves the virtue of many a woman is that protecting god, the impossible.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move…similes arise, the paper is covered. Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle.

The love of nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.