A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.

Love based upon money and vanity forms the most stubborn of passions.

But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment; the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

Man can start with aversion and end with love, but if he begins with love and comes round to aversion he will never get back to love.

Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.