Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.
Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.
Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
When she lives at his palace, the maiden niece of a bishop can pass for a respectable woman because, if she has a love affair, she is obliged to hoodwink her uncle.
Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.