Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.
Finance, like time, devours its own children.
The key to all sciences is unquestionably the question mark. To the word How? we owe most of our greatest discoveries. Wisdom in life may perhaps consist in asking ourselves on all occasions: Why?
A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her lover. This is all the more true when that woman is young, pretty, and so decollete as to emerge from the neck of her gown in the costume of Eve.