C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


Infidelity, like death, admits of no degrees.

Mme. de Girardin.

Doubt the man who swears to his devotion.

Mme. de Colet.

How easy it is for the proper-false in woman’s waxen hearts to set their forms!


Stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne’er a true one.


The firmest purpose of a woman’s heart to well-timed, artful flattery may yield.


We pardon infidelities, but we do not forget them.

Mme. de la Fayette.

O fatal beauty! why art thou bestowed on hapless woman still to make her wretched? Betrayed by thee, how many are undone!


It is to be feared that they who marry where they do not love, will love where they do not marry.

Thomas Fuller.

There’s no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers.


How delightful it would be to love if one loved always! But alas! there are no eternal loves.

Mlle. Scudéri.

The reason why women grown bad are worse than men is because it is the best that turns to the worst.

Dumas, Fils.

The unfaithful woman, if she is known for such by the person concerned, is only unfaithful. If she is thought faithful, she is perfidious.

La Bruyère.

Such an act, that blurs the grace and blush of modesty, calls virtue hypocrite, takes off the rose from the fair forehead of an innocent love, and sets a blister there.


There is not so agonizing a feeling in the whole catalogue of human suffering as the first conviction that the heart of the being whom we most tenderly love is estranged from us.


  • Who should be trusted, when one’s own right hand
  • Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus,
  • I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
  • But count the world a stranger for thy sake.
  • The private wound is deepest.
  • Shakespeare.