We are nearer loving those who hate us than those who love us more than we desire.
Women often fancy themselves to be in love when they are not. Their natural passion for being beloved, their unwillingness to give a denial, the excitement of mind produced by an affair of gallantry, all these make them imagine they are in love when they are in fact only coquetting.
All women are flirts. Some are restrained by timidity and some by reason.
The greatest miracle of love is the reformation of a coquette.
A coquette pretends to be jealous of her lover, in order to conceal her envy of other women.
Most women yield more from weakness than from passion, hence an enterprising man usually succeeds with them better than an amiable man.
It is harder for women to overcome their coquetry than their love. No woman knows how much of a coquette she is.
Women who are in love more readily forgive great indiscretions than small infidelities.
Some people are so full of themselves that even when they become lovers they find a way of being occupied with their passion without being interested in the person whom they love.
It is useless to be young without being beautiful, or beautiful without being young.