No navigator has yet traced lines of latitude and longitude on the conjugal sea.
One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.
The wounds of self-love turn incurable when the oxide of self-love gets into them.
Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.
Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
For businessmen, the world is a bale of banknotes in circulation; for most young men, it is a woman; for some women, it is a man; and for others it may be a salon, a coterie, a part of town or a whole city.