Marriage must perforce fight against the all-devouring monster of habit.

Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?

Numbers are intellectual witnesses that belong only to mankind.

No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur.

Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond it? Does not our keenest suffering arise when our free will is crossed?