Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.

You Men Do Not Understand The Delights Of A Glance, Of A Pressure Of The Hand... But As For Me, I Swear To You That, When I Listen To Your Voice, I Feel Such A Deep, Strange Bliss That The Most Passionate Kisses Could Not Take Its Place.

O Vanity! You Are The Lever By Means Of Which Archimedes Wished To Lift The Earth!

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.