Instinct Is The Nose Of The Mind.

To Love The One Who Loves You, To Admire The One Who Admires You, In A Word, To Be The Idol Of One's Idol, Is Exceeding The Limit Of Human Joy; It Is Stealing Fire From Heaven.

Infidelity, Like Death, Admits Of No Degrees.

Love With Men Is Not A Sentiment, But An Idea.

Proof That They Do Not Understand The Republic Is That In Their Fine Promises For Universal Suffrage, They Forgot Women.

Treasures Are Not For Youth; At Twenty Years Of Age, One Does Not Know How To Be Rich, Or How To Be Loved.