I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.

To be loved at first sight, a man should have at the same time something to respect and something to pity in his face.

Any man who talks about his love affairs thereby proves he is ignorant of love and is moved only by vanity.

One-half, the finest half, of life is hidden from the man who does not love with passion.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.

Love is like fever; it comes and goes without the will having any part of the process.