The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always,

A Man's Own Vanity Is A Swindler That Never Lacks For A Dupe.

The Press Is Like A Woman: Sublime When It Lies, It Will Not Let Go Until It Has Forced You To Believe It. The Public, Like A Foolish Husband, Always Succumbs.

Sensuality Is The Death Of The Soul.

Marriage Must Perforce Fight Against The All-devouring Monster Of Habit.

Pity Is Woman's Sweetest Charm.