I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.

But woman brings disorder into society through passion.

Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another's happiness than in your own.

Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.

Love knows nothing of modesty.