One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.
I have a bad memory for facts.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
I think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase.
Signs cannot be represented, in a spy's report, so damningly as words.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.