An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.

Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.

Religious ecstasy is a madness of thought freed of its bodily bonds, whereas in the ecstasy of love, the forces of twin natures unite, blend and embrace one another.

For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is not the utmost brightness of the ideal world soothing to us, while the lightest shadows of the physical world annoy?

To speak of love is to make love.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

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