Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness

Marriage Must Fight Constantly Against A Monster Which Devours Everything: Routine.

No Man Has Ever Yet Discovered The Way To Give Friendly Advice To Any Woman, Not Even To His Own Wife.

Our Heart Is A Treasury; If You Pour Out All Its Wealth At Once, You Are Bankrupt.

Are Not Our Noblest Feelings As It Were The Poems Of Our Will.

Love Or Hatred Must Constantly Increase Between Two Persons Who Are Always Together; Every Moment Fresh Reasons Are Found For Loving Or Hating Better.