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.

Memory is what makes us young or old.

Become corrupt, corrupt, and you will cease to suffer!" This has been the cry of all cities to man.

Perfection does not exist; to understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; to expect to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.

Things they don't understand always cause a sensation among the English.

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

life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream