If one thinks that one is happy, that is enough to be happy.
One may forgive infidelity, but one does not forget it.
One is very weak when one is in love.
I have left all my business and all my husbands; I have taken with me only fair weather and my children, which is as much as I want.
We pardon infidelities, but we do not forget them.
You love writing; I hate it; and if I had a lover who expected a note from me every morning, I should certainly break with him. Let me beg you then not to measure my friendship by my writing.