The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

The duration of a couple's passion is in proportion to the woman's original resistance or to the obstacles that social hazards have placed in the way of her happiness.

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

A great love is a credit opened in favor of a power so consuming that the moment of bankruptcy must inevitably occur.

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

Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.

There are moments in life when all we can bear is the sense that our friend is near us; our wounds would wince at the touch of consoling words, that would reveal the depths of our pain.