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

Love is the poetry of the senses.

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailor knows the open sea.

A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.

Economized love is never real love