It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out the past in this manner, life for them would lose all dignity and they could never resist the fatal familiarities to which they once submitted.

Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.