“Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.”

History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.

I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?

You must render: never report.

Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.

A lawful kiss is never worth as much as a stolen one.

You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.

A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.

The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.

Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.

Love always has its price, come whence it may.

I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.

In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

To avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.