Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.

In love, what a woman mistakes for disgust is actually clearsightedness. If she does not admire a man, she scorns him.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.

Let passion reach a catastrophe and it submits us to an intoxicating force far more powerful than the niggardly irritation of wine or of opium. The lucidity our ideas then achieve, and the delicacy of our overly exalted sensations, produce the strangest and most unexpected effects.