Women? In order to realize how far these charming creatures we idealize can carry their cruelty, we must see them among themselves!

Nothing about me surprises me.

Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.

I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.

All we are is in the soul.

Women are always true, even in the midst of their greatest falsities, because they are always influenced by some natural feeling.

A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who is in love no longer belongs to himself, and may not take his own life. Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes; it is the life of another that we revere within us; then and so begins for us the cruelest trouble of all.