Too great a display of delicacy can and does sometimes infringe upon de-cency.

Our happiness often depends upon social hypocrisies to which we will never stoop.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

It is very difficult to pass from pleasure to work. Accordingly more poems have been swallowed up by sorrow than ever happiness caused to blaze forth in unparalleled radiance.

Nature endows woman alternately with a particular strength which helps her to suffer and a weakness which counsels her to be resigned.

Remorse is impotent; it will repeat its faults. Repentance only is a true force; it puts an end to everything.

To have fame follow us is well, but it is not a desirable avant-courier.