Women understand better than we do the art of analyzing the two human feelings, which alternately form their weapons of attack, or the weapons of which they are victims. They have the instinct of love, because it is their whole life, and of jealousy, because it is almost the only means by which they can control us.
Conscience, my dear fellow, is a stick which every one takes up to beat his neighbor and not for application to his own back.
Your Science, which makes you great in your own eyes, is paltry indeed beside the light which bathes a Seer.
You forget that political liberty, the tranquillity of a nation, nay, knowledge itself, are gifts on which destiny has laid a tax of blood!
Women will not suffer their idol to step down from his pedestal. They do not forgive the slightest pettiness in a god.
Women can only love; men act; they have a thousand ways in which they are bound to act. But we can only think, and pray, and worship.
Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect; without esteem they cannot exist, esteem is the first demand that they make of love.
Women are in a manner true to themselves even through their grossest deceit, because their actions are prompted by a natural impulse.
Woman understands all things through love; what she does not understand she feels; what she does not feel she sees; when she neither sees, nor feels, nor understands, this angel of earth divines to protect you, and hides her protection beneath the grace of love.
Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.