“How can we explain the perpetuity of envy–a vice which yields no return?”

When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes; when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.

Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.

A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.

One hour of love has a whole life in it.

He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.

There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.

No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

Talent is a flame, but genius is a fire.

Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.

Cruelty and fear shake hands together.

The first thing necessary to win the heart of a woman is opportunity.

Love is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.

Love exists in the small moments of understanding when a person gets you without you needing to explain yourself to them.

Only describe, don’t explain.

You don’t have to explain yourself to someone who has never taken time to get to know you.

I offer no explanations on how i choose to repair what you broke.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I just want to be held without having to explain myself.

If I paint something, I don’t want to have to explain what it is.

I took some time away to reflect and learn about myself in a way that would be too much to explain at the moment , but with time I will express.