The more one judges, the less one loves.
Plus on juge, moins on aime.
A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
The virtue of women is perhaps a question of temperament.
The most virtuous women have in them something that is never chaste.
The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.
At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.
Passion is in all humanity, without it, religion, history, literature, and art would be rendered useless.