Love Is A Game In Which One

Talent Is A Flame, But Genius Is A Fire.

The Country Is Provincial; It Becomes Ridiculous When It Tries To Ape Paris.

Love Or Hatred Must Constantly Increase Between Two Persons Who Are Always Together; Every Moment Fresh Reasons Are Found For Loving Or Hating Better.

I Declare, On My Soul And Conscience, That The Attainment Of Power, Or Of A Great Name In Literature, Seemed To Me An Easier Victory Than A Success With Some Young, Witty, And Gracious Lady Of High Degree.

Novelty Is Both Delightful And Deceptive.