Gentleness! more powerful than Hercules.

Feminine virtue is nothing but a convenient masculine invention.

Who has not raised a tombstone, here and there, over buried hopes and dead joys, on the road of life? Like the scars of the heart, they are not to be obliterated.

The loss of friends is a tax on age!

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.

Words really flattering are not those which we prepare but those which escape us unthinkingly.

Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.