If one thinks that one is happy, that is enough to be happy.
One may forgive infidelity, but one does not forget it.
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.
One is very weak when one is in love.
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.
We pardon infidelities, but we do not forget them.
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.