Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.

The events of human life, whether public or private, are so intimately linked to architecture that most observers can reconstruct nations or individuals in all the truth of their habits from the remains of their monuments or from their domestic relics.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.

During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

Poetry is only born after painful journeys into the vast regions of thought.

Love is a game in which one always cheats.