Memory is ever active, ever true. Alas, if it were only as easy to forget!
I have always sworn to my lovers to love them eternally, but for me eternity is a quarter of an hour.
Glances are the first billets-doux of love.
We should lay in a store of food, but never of pleasures; these should be gathered day by day.
The more sins you confess, the more books you will sell.
Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? 'Tis the too high idea we are apt to form of it.