If one thinks that one is happy, that is enough to be happy.
One may forgive infidelity, but one does not forget it.
We pardon infidelities, but we do not forget them.
One is very weak when one is in love.
You love writing; I hate it; and if I had a lover who expected a note from me every morning, I should certainly break with him. Let me beg you then not to measure my friendship by my writing.
Most mothers think that to keep young people away from love-making it is enough never to speak of it in their presence.
If I had a lover who wanted to hear from me every day, I would break with him.
I have left all my business and all my husbands; I have taken with me only fair weather and my children, which is as much as I want.
