A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.

The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.

Grief ennobles the commonest people because it has its own essential grandeur. To shine with the luster of grief, a person need only be sincere.

Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.

There are no principles; there are only events. There is no good and bad, there are only circumstances.

Marriage must perforce fight against the all-devouring monster of habit.