A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.

There are no little events with the heart. It magnifies everything; it places in the same scales the fall of an empire of fourteen years and the dropping of a woman's glove, and almost always the glove weighs more than the empire.

All genuinely noble women prefer truth to falsehood. As the Russians with their Czar, they are unwilling to see their idol degraded; they want to be proud of the domination they accept.

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.

In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.

To man, faith; to woman, doubt. She bears the heavier burden. Does not woman invariably suffer for two?

Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.