Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

By resorting to self-resignation, the unfortunate consummate.

The habits of every animal are, at least in the eyes of man, constantly similar in all ages. But the habits, the clothes, the words and the dwelling of a prince, a banker, an artist, a bourgeois, a priest and a pauper, are wholly dissimilar and change at the will of civilizations.

You cannot pluck love out of your heart as you would pull a tooth.

Love is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.