Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
There may be guilt when there is too much virtue.
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
None love, but they who wish to love.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
The principal rule of art is to please and to move. All the other rules were created to achieve this first one.