“Art’s greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.”

Women, when they have made a sheep of a man, always tell him that he is a lion with a will of iron.

Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.

Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!

One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.

Women are ever the dupes or the victims of their extreme sensitiveness.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

All human power is a compound of time and patience.

Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.

At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.

There is a cure for temptation. What? Yielding to it.

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

The man who enters his wife’s dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.

Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.