The more one judges, the less one loves.

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

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

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.

If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Love is the most melodious of all harmonies and the sentiment of love is innate. Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.

Alas! Where love is concerned, self-interested deception is superior to the truth itself, which is why so many men pay so high a price to clever deceivers.

for a woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea