During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

A woman, even a prude, is not long at a loss, however dire her plight. She would seen always to have in hand the fig leaf our Mother Eve bequeathed to her.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.

Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?

Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.

Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.