Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!

Materialism and spirituality are two pretty racquets with which charlatans in cap and gown make the same ball fly.

The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.