Discouragement is of all ages: In youth it is a presentiment, in old age a remembrance.

Show me the woman, however loyal, who does not seek to rouse desire.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to dispense them from admiration, a vulgar emotion.

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

A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.