Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.
Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.
Remorse is impotent; it will repeat its faults. Repentance only is a true force; it puts an end to everything.
Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
Equality may be the law, but no human power can install it.