It takes two to make a love affair and a mans meat is too often a woman's poison.

It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one's dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent.

Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul.

Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.

She says it's really not very flattering to her that the women who fall in love with her husband are so uncommonly second-rate.

First, cut out all the wisdom, then cut out all the adjectives.