Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.
Poets and men of action differ: the former yield to their feelings in order to reproduce them in lively colors, and therefore judge only ex post facto; the latter feel and judge at one and the same time.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
How can we explain the perpetuity of envy--a vice which yields no return?
Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.