Wrinkles And Ill-nature Together Made A Woman

Men's Hearts And Faces Are Always Wide Asunder; Women's Are Not Only In Close Connection, But Are Mirror-like In The Instant Power Of Reflection.

Society Would Be A Charming Affair If We Were Only Interested In One Another.

Most Anthologists Of Poetry Or Quotations Are Like Those Who Eat Cherries Or Oysters, First Picking The Best And Ending By Eating Everything.

It Must Be Admitted That There Are Some Parts Of The Soul Which We Must Entirely Paralyse Before We Can Live Happily In This World.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!