Give me a man who is man enough to give himself just to the woman who is worth him. If that woman were me,I would love him alone and forever

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

I learned very early that our health is always impaired by some excess either of food or abstinence, and I never had any physician except myself.

It is only necessary to have courage, for strength without self-confidence is useless.

Love is three quarters curiosity.

Thence, I suppose, my natural disposition to make fresh acquaintances, and to break with them so readily, although always for a good reason, and never through mere fickleness.

Hatred, in the course of time, kills the unhappy wretch who delights in nursing it in his bosom.