Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.

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

When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.

Perhaps men who cannot love passionately are those who feel the effect of beauty most keenly; at any rate this is the strongest impression women can make on them.

I have a bad memory for facts.

Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.

Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.