Any cigar smoker is a friend, because I know how he feels.
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.
The return makes one love the farewell.
The only truth is love beyond reason.
Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.