Women only love those that they donโt know.
Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.
A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.
Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.
Happiness comes the way the wind blows.
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.