Every woman is wrong until she cries.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.

I always like to know everything about my new friends, and nothing about my old ones.

The English country-gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.

She lives the poetry she cannot write.

memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.