Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.
The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.
A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness.
I see but one rule: to be clear. If I am not clear, all my world crumbles to nothing.
The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.
People are less self-conscious in the intimacy of family life and during the anxiety of a great sorrow. The dazzling varnish of anextreme politeness is then less in evidence, and the true qualities of the heart regain their proper proportions.