Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so.
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
It is well to be off with the old love, before being on with the new.
I do not argue with obstinate men. I act in spite of them.
Desperate ills need desperate remedies.
An alibi, it is a very pestilential thing, and always open to the gravest suspicion.
All one wants one gets!
A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attention and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can’t help looking like a sheep.