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.
To saunter is a science; it is the gastronomy of the eye. To take a walk is to vegetate; to saunter is to live.
Do you know how a man makes his way here? By brilliant genius or by skilful corruption. You must either cut your way through these masses of men like a cannon ball, or steal among them like a plague.
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.