A forty year-old woman is only something to men who have loved her in her youth. |
A novel is a mirror carried along a main road |
A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road. |
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. |
A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness. |
All religions are founded on the fear of the many and the cleverness of the few. |
Beauty is the promise of happiness. |
Far less envy in America than in France, and far less wit |
Friendship has its illusions no less than love. |
God's only excuse is that he does not exist |
I call 'crystallization' that action of the mind that discovers fresh perfections in its beloved at every turn of events. |
I think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase. |
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us |
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future. |
In the choice of a lover a woman places more importance on how other women view him than on how she herself sees him. |