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

I see but one rule: to be clear.

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

Life is very short, and it ought not to be spent crawling at the feet of miserable scoundrels.

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.

The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.

The idea which tyrants find most useful is the idea of God.