Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.

What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.

Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

An ounce of courage will go farther with women than a pound of timidity.