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

Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.

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.

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.

You may imitate, but never counterfeit.

Conventions are often more cruel than the law.