... love always betrays its intentions.

One should make one's life a mosaic. Let the general design be good, the colors lively, and the materials diversified.

... love always betrays its intentions.

Children never grow tired; their likes and dislikes are constant; let them laugh at something once and they laugh always; do what you will, they are sure to say, 'Do it again!

The birth of love is always accompanied by the idea of solitude. A single being appears, and the rest of the world grows empty.

The arts are good and providential in that they allow the soul to imitate the movements of love, and to feel love without its being returned - which, perhaps, is the only way of feeling it permanently.

that sunlight of the dead which is called literature.