True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.
One hour of love has a whole life in it.
No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
I yield to your wishes. It is the privilege of the women whom we love more than they love us to make the men who love them ignore the ordinary rules of common-sense.
Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.