Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

Women have no sense of the abstract-a woman admiring the sky is a woman caressing the sky. In a woman's mind beauty is something she needs to touch.

If two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows-it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes to late.

Everyone, when there's war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehood.

Close your eyes, all you see is yours.

You're an Attorney. It's your duty to lie, conceal, and distort everything, and slander everybody.

A faithful woman looks to the spring, a good book, perfume, earthquakes, and divine revelation for the experience others find in a lover. They deceive their husbands, so to speak, with the entire world, men excepted.