A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
A man always finds it hard to realise that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.
A lady, without a family, was the very best preserver of furniture in the world.
A husband never loses anything by appearing to believe in the fidelity of his wife, by preserving an air of patience and by keeping silence. Silence especially troubles a woman amazingly.
A girl’s coquetry is of the simplest, she thinks that all is said when the veil is laid aside; a woman’s coquetry is endless, she shrouds herself in veil after veil, she satisfies every demand of man’s vanity, the novice responds but to one.
