In the first woman we love, we love everything. Growing older, we love the woman only.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Virtually all men of action incline to Fatality just as most thinkers incline to Providence.

A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.

Novelty is both delightful and deceptive.

Modern reformers offer nebulous theories or write philanthropic novels. But your thief acts! He is as clear as a fact and as logical as a punch on the nose! And what a style he has!