What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved… loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.
Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
When a woman is speaking to you, listen to what she says with her eyes.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.
Toleration is the best religion.
To love is to act.
To be perfectly happy it does not suffice to possess happiness, it is necessary to have deserved it.