Most women wish to feel that their spirit has been violated. Do they not, indeed, flatter themselves on never yielding save to force?
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
A great writer is nothing less than a martyr who does not die.
Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.
Love is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.
Love is the poetry of the senses.