A year at the breast is quite enough; children who are suckled longer are said to grow stupid, and I am all for popular sayings.
Nowhere but in France are people so strictly observant of great matters and so disdainfully indulgent about small ones.
A society of atheists would immediately invent a religion.
Equality may be the law, but no human power can install it.
The future of a nation lies in the hands of mothers.
Conventions are often more cruel than the law.
The national budget is not a safe-deposit box. It is a spray can.
No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
Marriageable girls as well as mothers understand the terms and perils of the lottery called wedlock. That is why women weep at a wedding and men smile.
Inspiration is the opportunity of genius.
The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.
Marriage is a fierce battle before which the two partners ask heaven for its blessing, because loving each other is the most audacious of enterprises; the battle is not slow to start, and victory, that is to say freedom, goes to the cleverest.
A woman in love has full intelligence of her power; the more virtuous she is, the more effective her coquetry.
Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur.
Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.
Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.
In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.
Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.
Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.