To speak of love is to make love.
To seize adroitly upon the varieties of pleasure, to develop them, to impart to them a new style, an original expression, constitutes the genius of a husband.
To call a desire into being, to nourish it, to develop it, to bring it to full growth, to excite it, to satisfy it, is a complete poem of itself.
There are those whose character is like a chestnut without a kernel.
There are men so situated in life that they can never enter the brilliant sphere in which honest women move, whether for want of a coat, or from their bashfulness, or from the failure of a mahout to introduce them.
There are certain wives whose confinement makes sarcastic celibates smile.
The woman who is happy in her affections does not go much into the world.
The woman who allows herself to be found out deserves her fate.
The wife of a banker is always an honest woman, but the woman who sits at the cashier’s desk cannot be one, unless her husband has a very large business and she does not live over his shop.
The virtue of women is perhaps a question of temperament.
The number of things which you do not understand increases day by day.
The most virtuous women have in them something which is never chaste.