I have always sworn to my lovers to love them eternally, but for me eternity is a quarter of an hour.
Fair is not fair, but that which pleaseth.
The passions do not die out; they burn out.
Glances are the first billets-doux of love.
There is a certain time of life, when we value a good stomach more than the mind.
What is death, after all? We leave only mortals behind us.