The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true

Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival.

He hesitated till the last moment, but finally dropped them in the box, saying, "I shall win!"--the cry of a gambler, the cry of the great general, the compulsive cry that has ruined more men than it has ever saved.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

The love of nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.