Gratitude is a fool's word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.

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.

The pleasures of love proceed successively from a distich to a quatrain, from a quatrain to a sonnet, from a sonnet to a ballad, from a ballad to an ode, from an ode to a cantata, and from a cantata to a dithyramb. A husband who begins with the dithyramb is a fool.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

The weakest being on earth can accomplish feats of strength. The frailest urchin will ring every doorbell on the street in arctic weather or hoist himself aloft to inscribe his name on a virgin monument.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

Our most bitter enemies are our own kith and kin. Kings have no brothers, no sons, no mother!