Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

One hour of love has a whole life in it.

One of the glories of society is to have created woman where Nature had made only a female; to have created a continuity of desire where Nature thought only of perpetuating the species; and, in fine, to have invented love.

An ounce of courage will go farther with women than a pound of timidity.

A grass blade believes that men build palaces for it to grow in. Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons.

Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.