You may conquer her love of God: you will never overcome her fear of the devil.
Humanity is not perfect in any fashion; no more in the case of evil than in that of good. The criminal has his virtues, just as the honest man has his weaknesses.
Don’t you remember that love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature?
When one woman strikes at the heart of another, she seldom misses, and the wound is invariably fatal.
How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.
He’d call me false and faithless and I’ve always had a weakness for those two words; next to cruel, they’re the nicest words for a woman to hear, and not so hard to earn.
It has become necessary for me to have this woman, so as to save myself from the ridicule of being in love with her: for to what lengths will a man not be driven by thwarted desire?
…it is not for the illusion of a moment to govern the choice of a lifetime.
Truth to tell, the longer I live, the more I’m tempted to think that the only moderately worthwhile people in the world are you and I.
It was there, in particular, that I confirmed the truth that love, which we cry up as the source of our pleasures, is nothing more than an excuse for them.
One must not permit oneself excesses, except with persons whom one wishes soon to leave.
Moreover it is easier, in the informality of conversation, to achieve that excitement and incoherence which is the true eloquence of love.