A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.

Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.

Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true.

A lover teaches a wife all her husband has kept from her.

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