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.
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved… loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
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.