Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion!

there is not enough interest in life to spread over twenty-four hours when one can't sleep.

... in the history of the human mind there has never been a useful thought or a profound truth that has not found its century and admirers.

Love which is only an episode in the life of men, is the entire history of the life of women.

There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself.

The egotism of woman is always for two.

the last steps of life are ever slow and difficult.