I Believe In The Incomprehensibility Of God.

Let Passion Reach A Catastrophe And It Submits Us To An Intoxicating Force Far More Powerful Than The Niggardly Irritation Of Wine Or Of Opium. The Lucidity Our Ideas Then Achieve, And The Delicacy Of Our Overly Exalted Sensations, Produce The Strangest And Most Unexpected Effects.

The Man As He Converses Is The Lover; Silent, He Is The Husband.

Great Love Affairs Start With Champagne And End With Tisane.

Love May Be Or It May Not, But Where It Is, It Ought To Reveal Itself In Its Immensity.

Let Nothing Dupe You! Such Is The Horrible Maxim That Acts As A Solvent Upon Every Noble Feeling Man Experiences.