Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
A man may and ought to pride himself more on his will than on his talent.
Where some one else's welfare is concerned, a young girl becomes as ingenious as a thief. Guileless where she herself is in question, and full of foresight for me,-she is like a heavenly angel forgiving the strange incomprehensible sins of earth.
Necessity is often the spur to genius.
A man's own vanity is a swindler that never lacks for a dupe.
We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.