Feeling and thinking are actually the blind man who carries the lame.

Man will return to his origins. Goethe has finally become as squiggly as the city of his fathers.

A man may welcome his beloved with circumstance, but a woman's love and her concern for his well-being are discreet.

A woman's passion is not the measure of a man's love.

The noble woman is half a man, even a complete one. Only their imperfections make them women.

Human life, old and young, takes place between hope and remembrance. The young man sees all the gates to his desires open, and the old man remembers--his hopes.

Much as I honor the wisdom of the princess--there is something more dashing about a man.