There are but few moral wounds which solitude cannot cure.
When a woman is no longer jealous of her husband the end is come; she no longer loves him. Conjugal affection expires in her last quarrel.
A woman who is guided by her head, and not by her heart, is a terrible companion: she has all the defects of a passionate woman, with none of her good qualities; she is without mercy, without love, without virtue, without sex.
The revelation of chastity in man is inexpressibly radiant.
Misery is a tonic to some; to others it is a dissolvent.
A woman who has a lover becomes very indulgent.
Power is clement, it is open to conviction, it is just and undisturbed; but the anger engendered by weakness is pitiless.
Monomanias are not contagious; but where the insanity lurks in constant discussions and in the manner in which things in general are regarded, then it may become so.
One of the misfortunes to which great minds are subjected is that they are forced to understand all things,—vices as well as virtues.
Beauty is like nobility: it cannot be acquired.