A husband can commit no greater blunder than to discuss his wife, if she is virtuous, with his mistress; unless it be to mention his mistress, if she is beautiful, to his wife.
A lover teaches a wife all her husband has kept from her.
Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window.
The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.
A husband who submits to his wife's yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman's influence ought to be entirely concealed.
A husband and wife who are in the habit of occupying separate rooms are either beings apart, or they have found happiness. Either they hate or they adore each other.
One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.
The pleasures of love proceed successively from a distich to a quatrain, from a quatrain to a sonnet, from a sonnet to a ballad, from a ballad to an ode, from an ode to a cantata, and from a cantata to a dithyramb. A husband who begins with the dithyramb is a fool.
In a husband there is only a man; in a married woman there is a man, a father, and mother, and a woman.
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
A jealous husband doesnt doubt his wife, but himself.
A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.
An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.
Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.
When a woman wants to betray her husband, her actions are almost invariably studied but they are never reasoned.
A woman's sentimental monkeyshines will always deceive her lover, who invariably waxes ecstatic where her husband necessarily shrugs his shoulders.
When tempted to be unfaithful, the intellectual woman will try to inspire her husband with indifference, the sentimental woman with hatred, and the passionate woman with disgust.
No husband will ever be better avenged than by his wife's lover.
Un mari, comme un gouvernement, ne doit jamais avouer de faute. A husband, like a government, never needs to admit a fault.
Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.
The woman who is about to deceive her husband always carefully thinks out how she is going to act, but she is never logical.
A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.