It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing, and between the splashes of rain on the windows there was the silence of death. All nature suffers in such moments; the trees writhe in pain and twist their heads; the birds of the fields cower under the bushes; the streets of cities are deserted.

The soft contralto notes of a woman's voice are born in the immediate region of the heart.

A happy memory is perhaps on this earth truer than happiness itself.

Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?

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.

Reason may cure illusions, but not suffering.

The costliest women are the ones who cost nothing.