[matrimony] Is The Grave Of Love.

A Man Who Makes Known His Love By Words Is A Fool.

The Raging Fire Which Urged Us On Was Scorching Us; It Would Have Burned Us Had We Failed To Restrain It.

The Same Principle That Forbids Me To Lie Does Not Allow Me To Tell The Truth.

Real Love Is The Love That Sometimes Arises After Sensual Pleasure: If It Does, It Is Immortal; The Other Kind Inevitably Goes Stale, For It Lies In Mere Fantasy.

Man Is Free; Yet We Must Not Suppose That He Is At Liberty To Do Everything He Pleases, For He Becomes A Slave The Moment He Allows His Actions To Be Ruled By Passion.