Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

We almost always forgive those we understand.

We practically always excuse things when we understand them

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

You men do not understand the delights of a glance, of a pressure of the hand... but as for me, I swear to you that, when I listen to your voice, I feel such a deep, strange bliss that the most passionate kisses could not take its place.

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.