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| A cunning woman is her own mistress because she confides in no one. She who deceives others anticipates deceit, and guards herself. | 1 |
| A woman is more influenced by what she divines than by what she is told. | 2 |
| Alas, for the treachery of opportunity! | 3 |
| Awkwardness in full dress. | 4 |
| Ennui, the parent of expensive and ruinous vices. | 5 |
| Equality is the share of every one at their advent upon earth, and equality is also theirs when placed beneath it. | 6 |
| Firmness is great; persistency is greater. | 7 |
| Friendship should be in the singular; it can be no more plural than love. | 8 |
| Gentleness! more powerful than Hercules. | 9 |
| Glances are the first billets-doux of love. | 10 |
| Gossip, like ennui, is born of idleness. | 11 |
| Hatred is nearly always honest—rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love. | 12 |
| How is it that even castaways can give such good advice? | 13 |
| Inconstancy is the child of satiety. | 14 |
| Indiscretion and wickedness, be it known, are first cousins. | 15 |
| Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion. | 16 |
| Memory is ever active, ever true. Alas, if it were only as easy to forget! | 17 |
| Novelty is the storehouse of pleasure. | 18 |
| Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love. | 19 |
| That which is striking and beautiful is not always good, but that which is good is always beautiful. | 20 |
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| The blossom of love. | 21 |
| The less heart, the more comfort. | 22 |
| The passions do not die out; they burn out. | 23 |
| The secret known to two is no longer a secret. | 24 |
| There are no perfect women in the world; only hypocrites exhibit no defects. | 25 |
| There are other things besides beauty with which to captivate the hearts of men. The Italians have a saying: “Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.” | 26 |
| There is always a moment in the pyramid of our lives when the apex is reached. | 27 |
| What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us. | 28 |
| When our desires are fulfilled, we never fail to realize the wealth of imagination and the paucity of reality. | 29 |
| Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated. | 30 |
| Women and flowers are made to be loved for their beauty and sweetness, rather than themselves to love. | 31 |
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