Friendship has its illusions no less than love.
The pleasures of love are always in proportion to our fears.
A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness.
It is from cowardice and not from want of enlightenment that we do not read in our own hearts.
The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.