The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

We see not our own backs.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.