Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine

With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.

Memory is what makes us young or old.

Take love as a sober man takes wine; do not become a drunkard. If your mistress is sincere and faithful, love her for that; but if she is not, if she is merely young and beautiful, love her for that; if she is agreeable and spirituelle, love her for that; if she is none of these things but merely loves you, love her for that. Love does not come to us every day.

Know that there is often hidden in us a dormant poet, always young and alive.