What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.

In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.

The world will avenge itself upon all happiness in which it has no share.

A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.