Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.

Our energies are often stimulated by the necessity of supporting a being weaker than ourselves.

Some troubles, like a protested note of a solvent debtor, bear interest.

A woman's greatest charm consists in a constant appeal to a man's generosity by a gracious declaration of helplessness which fills him with pride and awakens the most magnificent feelings in his heart.