Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.

A husband and wife who are in the habit of occupying separate rooms are either beings apart, or they have found happiness. Either they hate or they adore each other.

Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Virtue in women is perhaps a question of temperament.

Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.

A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.