Necessity is often the spur to genius.

True love rules especially through memory.

When an intelligent man reaches the point of inviting self-explanation and offers surrendering the key to his heart, he is assuredly riding a drunken horse.

Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.

Everybody all over the world takes a wife's estimate into account in forming an opinion of a man.