I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.
Whoever has loved once, knows all that life contains of sorrow and of joy.
Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.
I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being.
To forgive a fault in another is more sublime than to be faultless one's self.
Where love is absent there can be no woman.