A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

Women see everything or nothing according to the inclination of their hearts. Love is their sole light.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.

If the artist does not fling himself, without reflecting, into his work, as Curtis flung himself into the yawning gulf, as the soldier flings himself into the enemy's trenches, and if, once in this crater, he does not work like a miner on whom the walls of his gallery have fallen in; if he contemplates difficulties instead of overcoming them one by one ... he is simply looking on at the suicide of his own talent.

Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.

We do not wish success yet we obtain it. Always we find what we are not looking for. These words are too true not to become a proverb some day.

Our greatest fears lie in anticipation.