Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.

The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age.

The first symptom of true love in a man is timidity, in a young woman, boldness. This is surprising, and yet nothing is more simple. It is the two sexes tending to approach each other and assuming each the other's qualities.

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.