The Union Of A Want And A

One Admirable Trait In Women Is Their Lack Of Illusions About Themselves. They Never Reason About Their Most Blameworthy Actions; Their Feelings Carry Them Away. Even Their Dissimulation Comes Naturally To Them, And In Them Crime Is Free Of All Baseness. Most Of The Time They Simply Do Not Know How It Happened.

No Frozen-hearted Woman Ever I Laid Eyes On But Has Made Duty Her Religion.

Imagination Helps The Realism Of Every Detail, And Only Sees The Beauties Of The Work.

The Habits Of Every Animal Are, At Least In The Eyes Of Man, Constantly Similar In All Ages. But The Habits, The Clothes, The Words And The Dwelling Of A Prince, A Banker, An Artist, A Bourgeois, A Priest And A Pauper, Are Wholly Dissimilar And Change At The Will Of Civilizations.

The Man Who Enters His Wife's Dressing Room Is Either A Philosopher Or A Fool.