love comes to man through his senses - to woman through her imagination.
It is our imagination, not our conscience, which makes us better than the beasts of the field.
Why should we refuse the happiness this hour gives us, because some other hour might take it away?
To love is to know the sacrifices which eternity exacts from life.
A statesman's words, like butcher's meat, should be well weighed.
In life there are no Unities, but three Incomprehensibles: Destiny, Man, and Woman.