Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.

A husband and wife who are in the habit of occupying separate rooms are either beings apart, or they have found happiness. Either they hate or they adore each other.

Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.

To speak of love is to make love.

Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.