When one has no particular talent for anything, one takes to the pen.
Love based upon money and vanity forms the most stubborn of passions.
Remorse is impotent; it will repeat its faults. Repentance only is a true force; it puts an end to everything.
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
Whoever does not visit Paris regularly will never really be elegant.
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.