They took each other's advice, opened one book, went over to another, then did not know what to decide when opinions diverged so widely.

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.

Here is true immorality: ignorance and stupidity; the devil is nothing but this. His name is Legion.

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.

Stupidity is an immovable object: you can't try to attack it wiithout being broken by it.

Casting aspersions on those we love always does something to loosen our ties. We shouldn't maltreat our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands.