Whatever may have been said of the satiety of pleasure and of the disgust which usually follows passion, any man who has anything of a heart and who is not wretchedly and hopelessly blasé feels his love increased by his happiness, and very often the best way to retain a lover ready to leave is to give one's self up to him without reserve.

Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

I am one of those for whom superfluity is a necessity.

To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.

Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.

If you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend but never your slave.