Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.
A beautiful book is a victory won in all the battlefields of human thought.
No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
When women love, they forgive everything...
Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?