Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.

No woman has ever existed who did not know perfectly well in her heart what to expect from the superiority or inferiority of a rival.

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.

Heaven should be kind to stupid people, for no one else can be consistently.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?