Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
A forty-year-old woman is only something to men who have loved her in her youth.
The English are, I think the most obtuse and barbarous people in the world
The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.
Women are always eagerly on the lookout for any emotion.