It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
People who climb from one rung of society to another can never do anything simply.
For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.
A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.
Let passion reach a catastrophe and it submits us to an intoxicating force far more powerful than the niggardly irritation of wine or of opium. The lucidity our ideas then achieve, and the delicacy of our overly exalted sensations, produce the strangest and most unexpected effects.