Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.

Where some one else's welfare is concerned, a young girl becomes as ingenious as a thief. Guileless where she herself is in question, and full of foresight for me,-she is like a heavenly angel forgiving the strange incomprehensible sins of earth.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

There are words which cut like steel.

There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.

Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.

What makes friendship indissolute and what doubles its charms is a feeling we find lacking in love: I mean certitude.