What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?

Wit needs leisure, and certain inequalities of position

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.

Society bristles with enigmas which look hard to solve. It is a perfect maze of intrigue.