A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.

No one ought even to desert a woman after throwing her a heap of gold in her distress! He ought to love her forever! You are young, only twenty-one, and kind and upright and fine. You'll ask me how a woman can take money from a man. Oh, God, isn't it natural to share everything with the one we owe all our happiness to? When one has given everything, how can one quibble about a mere portion of it? Money is important only when feeling has ceased. Isn't one bound for life? How can you foresee separation when you think someone loves you? When a man swears eternal love--how can there be any separate concerns in that case?