Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.
Any man who talks about his love affairs thereby proves he is ignorant of love and is moved only by vanity.
She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?
Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.
Our true passions are selfish.
I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.