A strange effect of marriage, such as the nineteenth century has made it! The boredom of married life inevitably destroys love, when love has preceded marriage. And yet, as a philosopher has observed, it speedily brings about, among people who are rich enough not to have to work, an intense boredom with all quiet forms of enjoyment. And it is only dried up hearts, among women, that it does not predispose to love.

Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.

One can acquire everything in solitude except character.

Far less envy in America than in France.

The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.

Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.

A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the pleasure of triumphing over men of more imagination than he