The passions do not die out; they burn out.
Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.
Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.
Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.
It requires infinitely a greater genius to make love, than to make war.
It takes a hundred times more skill to make love than to command an army.