A man is given the choice between loving women and understanding them

After the age of eighty, all contemporaries are friends.

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.

If God had to give a woman wrinkles, He might at least have put them on the soles of her feet.

When our desires are fulfilled, we never fail to realize the wealth of imagination and the paucity of reality.

Inconstancy is the child of satiety.

One must choose between loving women and knowing them.