Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.

With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.

In Paris every man must have had a love affair. What woman wants something that no other woman ever wanted.

The secret of a great success for which you are at a loss to account is a crime that has never been found out, because it was properly executed.

A sick man, surrounded by those who love him, nursed by those who wish earnestly that he should live, will recover (all other things being equal), when another patient tended by hirelings will die. Doctors decline to see unconscious magnestism in this phenomenon; for them it is the result of intelligent nursing, of exact obedience to their orders; but many a mother knows the virtue of such ardent projections of strong, unceasing prayer.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.