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

It is not hope but despair that gives us the measure of our ambitions. We may yield secretly to beautiful poems of hope but grief looms start and stripped of all veils.

Life cannot go on without much forgetting.

No frozen-hearted woman ever I laid eyes on but has made duty her religion.

Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

Gratitude is a fool's word; we find it in the dictionary, but it is not in the heart of man.