Love is the poetry of the senses.

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

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Economized love is never real love

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

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.