I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.
It is better to have a prosaic husband and to take a romantic lover.
Nothing is so hideous as an obsolete fashion.
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.
The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God.
Friendship has its illusions no less than love.