Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.

Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.