No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.
Temperament is the thermometer of character.
We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
Envy lurks at the bottom of the human heart like a viper in its hole.
Love and work have the virtues of making a man pretty indifferent to anything else.
Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out the past in this manner, life for them would lose all dignity and they could never resist the fatal familiarities to which they once submitted.