The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.
Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man
There is no such thing as a great talent without great willpower.