One can acquire everything in solitude except character.

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

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.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.