Everything measurable passes, everything that can be counted has an end. Only three things are infinite: the sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears.

The more you approach infinity, the deeper you penetrate terror

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

There are two infinities that confuse me: the one in my soul devours me; the one around me will crush me

When she had thus for a while struck the flint on her heart without getting a spark, incapable, moreover, of understanding what she did not experience as of believing anything that did not present itself in conventional forms she persuaded herself without difficulty that Charles's passion was nothing very exorbitant.

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.