Religious ecstasy is a madness of thought freed of its bodily bonds, whereas in the ecstasy of love, the forces of twin natures unite, blend and embrace one another.

An ounce of courage will go farther with women than a pound of timidity.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

But does not happiness come from the soul within?

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.