life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream

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

Life is a sleep, love is a dream; and you have lived if you have loved.

If love is a play, this play, as old as the world, fiasco or not, it is, all in all, the least bad thing that has so far been found. The roles are trite, I admit, but if the play had no value the whole universe wouldn’t know it by heart

There are temptations more attractive than angels. Liberty, Patriotism, the good of humanity – words like that are the silver scales of the Tempter’s flaming wings

[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?

Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine; do not become intoxicated.