The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.

In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.

An ugly woman, married to King Henry VIII, would have defied the axe and daunted her husband's infidelities.

Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.

A penniless man who has no ties to bind him is master of himself at any rate, but a luckless wretch who is in love no longer belongs to himself, and may not take his own life. Love makes us almost sacred in our own eyes; it is the life of another that we revere within us; then and so begins for us the cruelest trouble of all.

Everything is bilateral in the domain of thought. Ideas are binary. Janus is the myth of criticism and the symbol of genius. Only God is triangular!