To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.

Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type only by employing the singularities of several similar characters.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

Yes, I can understand that a man might go to a gambling table when he sees that all that lies between him and death is his last crown.

Lofty souls are always inclined to make a virtue of misfortune.

Love is the reduction of the universe to the single being, and the expansion of a single being, even to God

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.