Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
A sky full of silent suns.
Romanticism is beauty without bounds-the beautiful infinite.
A man never discloses his own character so clearly as when he describes anothers.
Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.