“Every true passion thinks only of itself.”

Prudery is a kind of avarice, the worst of all.

To describe happiness is to diminish it.

Friendship has its illusions no less than love.

Sometimes the impact of Mozart’s music is so immediate that the vision in the mind remains blurred and incomplete, while the soul seems to be directly invaded, drenched in wave upon wave of melancholy.

Any man who talks about his love affairs thereby proves he is ignorant of love and is moved only by vanity.

On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.

Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.

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.

The more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.

Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.

When you want to court a woman, court her sister first

War was then no longer this noble and unified outburst of souls in love with glory that he had imagined from Napoleon’s proclamations.

To be loved at first sight, a man should have at the same time something to respect and something to pity in his face.

A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.

An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.

Signs cannot be represented, in a spy’s report, so damningly as words.

As evacuation eases the body, so occasional ejectment of passion seems to appease the agonies of the soul, and dispose to tranquility the agitations of the heart.

I can remember hockey. It was my life, my passion. It’s what I love the most.

Pleasure or pain; I’ll take either as long as it is laced with passion.

I am one part fire and two parts passion. There is not a thing that could put me out.

Your passion becomes a purpose when you use it to serve others.

Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.