Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.

It is not hope but despair that gives us the measure of our ambitions. We may yield secretly to beautiful poems of hope but grief looms start and stripped of all veils.

Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool's notion of history.

To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.