Cruelty and fear shake hands together.

Life in clubs is no paltry sign of the times we live in. Here gentlemen gamble with others whom they would not dream of inviting to their homes.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe's conceit.

There is nothing original; all is reflected light.

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

No frozen-hearted woman ever I laid eyes on but has made duty her religion.