Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

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

One hour of love has a whole life in it.

Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.

When a woman starts talking about her duty, her regard for appearances, and her respect for religion, she raises so many bulwarks which she delights to see captured by storm.

If certain women walk straight into adultery, there are many others who cling to numerous hopes, and commit sin only after wandering through a maze of sorrows.