The maturing process of becoming a writer is akin to that of a harlot. First you do it for love, then for a few friends, and finally only for money.
Everyone has a right to his own course of action.
Don't appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.
My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.
Esteem must be founded on some sort of preference. Bestow it on everybody and it ceases to have any meaning at all.
To inspire love is a woman's greatest ambition, believe me. It's the one thing woman care about and there's no woman so proud that she does not rejoice at heart in her conquests.