The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved.

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

Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.

Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart

What well-bred woman would refuse her heart to a man who had just saved her life? Not one; and gratitude is a short cut which speedily leads to love.

The cat makes himself the companion of your hours of solitude, melancholy and toil.

I was born to travel and write verse.