One hour of love has a whole life in it.

In a husband, there is only a man; in a married woman, there is a man, a father, a mother and a woman.

The privilege of feeling at home everywhere belongs only to kings, wolves and robbers.

Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.

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.

One of the glories of society is to have created woman where Nature had made only a female; to have created a continuity of desire where Nature thought only of perpetuating the species; and, in fine, to have invented love.

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