No woman dares express all she thinks.

Our interests are grains of opium to our consciences, but they only put it to sleep for a terrible awakening.

Nothing for preserving the body like having no heart.

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

None despise fame more heartily than those who have no possible claim to it.

Another life, if it were not better than this, would be less a promise than a threat.

Those virtues which cost us dear prove that we love God; those which are easy to us prove that He loves us.