... 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.

I cannot help it - in spite of myself, infinity torments me.

The heart that once has been your shrine for other loves is too divine

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

Experience is the name men give to their follies or their sorrows.

Nothing is a sin when you obey the orders of a priest

Disgrace is the synonym of discovery.