Love is the whole history of a woman's life, it is but an episode in a man's.
Goethe has made a remark upon the perfectability of the human mind, which is full of sagacity: It is always advancing, but in a spiral line.
I am glad that I am not a man, for then I should have to marry a woman.
Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.
It is not enough to forgive; one must forget.
Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time.