It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.

I see but one rule: to be clear.

I used to think of deathlike I suppose soldiers think of it: it was a possible thing that I could well avoid by my skill.

Great ladies are no more spiteful than the average rich woman; but one acquires in their society a greater susceptibility, and feels more profoundly andmore irremediably, their unpleasant remarks.

For the future, I shall rely only upon those elements of my character which I have tested. Who would ever have said that I should find pleasure in shedding tears? That I should love the man who proves to me that I am nothing more than a fool?

Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.

I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.