Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman's destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.

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.

Suicide, moreover, was at the time in vogue in Paris: what more suitable key to the mystery of life for a skeptical society?

Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.

To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

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

In Paris, the greatest expression of personal satisfaction known to man is the smirk on the face of a male, highly pleased with himself as he leaves the boudoir of a lady.