Rare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.

There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is, perhaps, the silence of the cloister, the barrenness of moors, the skeleton of ruins; life and movement are so stagnant there that a stranger might think them uninhabited, were it not that he encounters suddenly the pale, cold glance of a motionless person, whose half-monastic face peers beyond the window-casing at the sound of an unaccustomed step.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

When we drink coffee, ideas march in like the army

A husband who submits to his wife's yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman's influence ought to be entirely concealed.

Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.

Virtually all men of action incline to Fatality just as most thinkers incline to Providence.