Men will argue more philosophically about the human heart; but women will read the heart of man better than they.
Supreme happiness consists in self-content.
I loved too sincerely, too completely, I venture to say, to be able to be happy easily.
To abstain that we may enjoy is the epicurianism of reason.
Inopportune consolations increase a deep sorrow.
The writings of women are always cold and pretty like themselves. There is as much wit as you may desire, but never any soul.