Women of forty always fancy they have found the Fountain of Youth, and that they remain young in the midst of the ruins of their day..

Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it..

Friendship lives on its income, love devours its capital..

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters..

Imagination, whatever may be said to the contrary, will always hold a place in history, as truth does in romance. Has not romance been penned with hi….

There are two persons in the world we never see as they are,--one's self and one's other self..

Have you not sometimes seen happiness? Yes, the happiness of others..

The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as..

Genius has its fatality. Must we not see in its works a manifestation of the will of Providence?.

Hope is the virgin of the ideal world, who opens beaten to as in the midst of every tempest..

The Parisienne is not in fashion, she is fashion..

The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth..

Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats..

Always have old memories, and young hopes..