A strong woman who recklessly throws away her strength, she is worse than a weak woman who has never had any strength to throw away.

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

I have felt lately, more and more, that my present way of living is bad in every respect.

Done because we are too many.

There are disappointments which wring us, and there are those which inflict a wound whose mark we bear to our graves. Such are so keen that no future gratification of the same desire can ever obliterate them: they become registered as a permanent loss of happiness.

You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.

Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?