A husband who leaves nothing to be desired is lost.
There is no greater incentive to life than the conviction that our death would bring happiness to others.
Where there is no self-respect solitude is hateful.
A lover has all the virtues and all the defects that a husband has not.
The more one judges the less one loves.
Chance is the great romancer; to be prolific one has but to study it.
Grief as well as pleasure has its initiation.
Apart from the comedian, the prince, and the cardinal, there is a man at once prince and comedian,—a man robed in magnificent vestments. I speak of the poet, who appears to do nothing, yet who reigns above humanity when he has known how to depict it.
Woman’s virtue is perhaps a question of temperament.
To live by the pen is a labor which galley-slaves would refuse; they would prefer death. To live by the pen consists in creating,—creating to-day, to-morrow, forever, ... or to appear to, and the appearance costs as much as the reality.