True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!

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.

Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?

Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.