Nature endows woman alternately with a particular strength which helps her to suffer and a weakness which counsels her to be resigned.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool's notion of history.

Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.