The man who enters his wife's dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.

There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.

Like hunger, physical love is a necessity. But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.

Necessity is the spur of genius.

To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.

Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.