Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.

Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.

In intimate family life, there comes a moment when children, willingly or no, become the judges of their parents.

Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?

For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.

Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type only by employing the singularities of several similar characters.