Oh! my friend, when you feel bursting on your lips the vow of eternal love, do not be afraid to yield, but do not confound wine with intoxication; do not think the cup divine because the draft is of celestial flavor; do not be astonished to find it broken and empty in the evening.
Happiness may have but one night, as glory but one day.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.
Memory is what makes us young or old.
There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.