Journalists grow accustomed to seeing evil and they let it pass; they proceed to approve it, and they end by committing it themselves.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.

Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.

Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.

In France we can cauterize wounds but we do not yet know any remedy for the injuries inflicted by a bon mot.

Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even if she must not answer.

We love because we love.