Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

A woman questions the man who loves exactly as a judge questions a criminal. This being so, a flash of the eye, a mere word, an inflection of the voice or a moment's hesitation suffice to expose the fact, betrayal or crime he is attempting to conceal.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Marriageable girls as well as mothers understand the terms and perils of the lottery called wedlock. That is why women weep at a wedding and men smile.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.

We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.

To speak of love is to make love.