They ended as all great passions do end - by a misunderstanding.
The man who enters his wife's dressing room is either a philosopher or a fool.
Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.
Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the one we hate can do no right.