Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.

In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Everything ends this way in France — everything. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, diplomatic affairs — everything is a pretext for a good dinner.

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.