In love matters; keep your pen from paper.

Repartee is altogether a natural endowment, and is the lightning of the mind.

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

... 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.

Taxes are a universal burden in moral as well as in civil life. There is not a pleasure, social or otherwise, which is not assessed by fate at its full value!

The most despairing songs are the most beautiful, and I know some immortal ones that are pure tears.

One must not trifle with love