When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

A woman must be truly refined to incite chivalry in the heart of a man.

Dignity and love do not blend.

The revolting details of childbirth had been hidden from me with such care that I was as surprised as I was horrified, and I cannot help thinking that the vows most women are made to take are very foolhardy. I doubt whether they would willingly go to the altar to swear that they will allow themselves to be broken on the wheel every nine months.

Innocence and mystery never dwell long together.

One can impose silence on sentiment, but one can not give it limits.

A pure style in writing results from the rejection of everything superfluous.