Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.
To have one's mother-in-law in the country when one lives in Paris, and vice versa, is one of those strokes of luck that one encounters only too rarely.
The day will dawn when Europe will believe only in the man who tramples her underfoot.
We love because we love.
What saves the virtue of many a woman is that protecting god, the impossible.
Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.