All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women.
I acknowledge that four thousand volumes of metaphysics will not teach us what our soul is.
What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves, without revelation, admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
Prejudices are what rule the vulgar crowd.
It is amusing that a virtue is made of the vice of chastity; and it's a pretty odd sort of chastity at that, which leads men straight into the sin of Onan, and girls to the waning of their color.