Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.

Your women of fashion ceases to be a woman. She is neither mother, nor wife, nor lover. She is, medically speaking, sex on the brain.

An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.

All genuinely noble women prefer truth to falsehood. As the Russians with their Czar, they are unwilling to see their idol degraded; they want to be proud of the domination they accept.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Women? In order to realize how far these charming creatures we idealize can carry their cruelty, we must see them among themselves!

Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.