There are moments in life when all we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us; our wounds would wince at the touch of consoling words, that would reveal the depths of our pain.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

The happier a man, the more apt he is to tremble. In hearts exclusively tender, anxiety and jealousy are in exact proportion to happiness.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return?

Marriage is a fight to the death. Before contracting it, the two parties concerned implore the benediction of Heaven because to promise to love each other forever is the rashest of enterprises.