No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.

There are no principles; there are only events. There is no good and bad, there are only circumstances.

Where some one else's welfare is concerned, a young girl becomes as ingenious as a thief. Guileless where she herself is in question, and full of foresight for me,-she is like a heavenly angel forgiving the strange incomprehensible sins of earth.

Cruelty and fear shake hands together.

Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.

Envy is the most stupid of vices, for there is no single advantage to be gained from it.

When women love, they forgive everything...