Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.
There are no more thorough prudes than those who have some little secret to hide.
Where there is no longer love, there is no longer anything.
The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
The capacity for passion is both cruel and divine.