Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.

Imagination helps the realism of every detail, and only sees the beauties of the work.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.

Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.

The prodigality of millionaires is comparable only to their greed of gain. Let some whim or passion seize them and money is of no account. In fact these Croesuses find whims and passions harder to come by than gold.

Thought is the only treasure that God sets outside all power and keeps to serve as a secret link among the unhappy.

Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.