Love without desire is a delusion: it does not exist in nature.
The passions do not die out; they burn out.
It takes a hundred times more skill to make love than to command an army.
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.
The joy of the mind is the measure of its strength.
Oaths are the counterfeit money with which we pay the sacrifice of love.