To those who have exhausted politics, nothing remains but abstract thought.

When one has no particular talent for anything, one takes to the pen.

The duration of a couple's passion is in proportion to the woman's original resistance or to the obstacles that social hazards have placed in the way of her happiness.

Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

Economized love is never real love.