Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.
I have a bad memory for facts.
The first virtue of a young man today - that is, for the next fifty years perhaps, as long as we live in fear, and religion has regained its powers - is to be incapable of enthusiasm and not to have much in the way of brains.
Every true passion thinks only of itself.
Our true passions are selfish.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.