Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.
In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.
Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
When one has no particular talent for anything, one takes to the pen.
Reading brings us unknown friends
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?