That prudery which survives youth and beauty resembles a scarecrow left in the fields after harvest.

Age whitens hairs, but not sin.

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.

How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!

Do you know a young and beautiful woman who is not ready to flirt-just a little?

No woman dares express all she thinks.

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.