Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.

This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.

One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.

Indeed, man has two different beings inside him. What devil thought of that malicious touch?

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.

The more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.

It is the nobility of their style which will make our writers of 1840 unreadable forty years from now.