True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

Gentleness in the gait is what simplicity is in the dress. Violent gestures or quick movements inspire involuntary disrespect.

Imagination helps the realism of every detail, and only sees the beauties of the work.

When passion is not fed, it changes to need. At this juncture, marriage becomes a fixed idea in the mind of the bourgeois, being the only means whereby he can win a woman and appropriate her to his uses.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

Inspiration is the opportunity of genius.