“Life cannot go on without much forgetting.”

Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.

Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

Woman is a most charming creature, who changes her heart as easily as she does her gloves.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

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.

When you doubt your power, you give power to your doubt.

Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.

First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man’s life would only serve to make a chronological table-a fool’s notion of history.

We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.

Isn’t it strange, it’s not that our body forgets to breathe but subconsciously we hold our breath.

The heart never forgets what makes it happy. Happiness helps the wounds heal into scars.

If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.

There are always going to be stars around you, don’t forget, you are one too.

A mistake is valuable if you do four things with it: recognize it, admit it, learn from it, forget it.

Music must never be forgotten, it’s like a fountain that keeps on flowing.

The more one forgets one’s own self, the more human the person becomes.

The real of a person is rare to find and difficult to forget.