In love matters; keep your pen from paper.

What I need is a woman who is something, anything: either very beautiful or very kind or in the last resort very wicked; very witty or very stupid, but something.

... but one loves, and when one is on the brink of death, one turns around to look backward, and one says to oneself: "I have often suffered, I have sometimes been wrong, but I have loved.

There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow.

One must not trifle with love

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

Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.