Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.

For businessmen, the world is a bale of banknotes in circulation; for most young men, it is a woman; for some women, it is a man; and for others it may be a salon, a coterie, a part of town or a whole city.

The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.

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

But does not happiness come from the soul within?

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.

Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.