We don't love a woman for what she says, we like what she says because we love her.

To desire to be perpetually in the society of a pretty woman until the end of one's days, is as if, because one likes good wine, one wished always to have one's mouth full of it.

A true woman loves a strong man because she knows his weaknesses. She protects as much as she is protected.

Woman's great strength lies in being late or absent. Presence immediately reveals the weak points of our beloved; when she is absent she become one of the sylph-like figures of our adolescence whom we endowed with perfection.

He who has found a good wife has found great happiness, but a quarrelsome woman is like a roof that lets in the rain.