Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.
Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.
But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.
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.
Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge.
Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.