The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect without esteem they cannot exist esteem is the first demand that they make of love.

There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.