A forty-year-old woman is only something to men who have loved her in her youth.

Sometimes the impact of Mozart's music is so immediate that the vision in the mind remains blurred and incomplete, while the soul seems to be directly invaded, drenched in wave upon wave of melancholy.

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

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

To find love in Paris you must go down among those classes where the absence of education and of vanity, and the struggle for bare necessities, have allowed more energy to survive.

This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.

Your career will be a painful one. I divine something in you which offends the vulgar.