True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
Old maids claw as cats do. They not only inflict wounds but experience pleasure in doing so. Nor will they fail to remind their victims of the blood drawn.
In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.
Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'
Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.