Age continually alters the faces of those who think or study, and so their portraits differ from one another and don't even resemble them for very long. I dream so much and live so little that I'm sometimes only three years old. But the next day I'm three hundred, if the dream has been sombre.

... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

No religion can be built on force.

The marriage vow is an absurdity imposed by society.

O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.

Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.

When they are among us cats are angels