Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

a woman's heart has no wrinkles.

One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastrophe.

Sex is the most respectable and holy thing in all creation, the most serious act in life.

You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.

We must love stupid people better than ourselves; are they not the really unfortunate ones of this world? Do not people without taste and without ideal grow constantly weary, rejoicing in nothing, and being quite useless here below?

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.