Love is like epidemic diseases. The more one fears it the more likely one is to contract it.

We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.

A woman is like your shadow; follow her, she flies; fly from her, she follows.

It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.

Pleasure can be supported by an illusion; but happiness rests upon truth.

When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.

He who disguises tyranny, protection, or even benefits under the air and name of friendship reminds me of the guilty priest who poisoned the sacramental bread.