A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.

Glory is the sunshine of the dead

In a world of hunchbacks, a fine figure becomes a monstrosity.

No hawk swooping down upon his prey, no stag improvising new detours by which to trick the huntsman, no dog scenting game from afar is comparable in speed to the celerity of a salesman when he gets wind a deal, to his skill in tripping up or forestalling a rival, and to the art with which he sniffs out and discovers a possible sale.

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.

No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.