Neither love nor fire can subsist without perpetual motion; both cease to live so soon as they cease to hope, or to fear.

Hope and fear are inseparable. There is no hope without fear, nor any fear without hope.

We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears.

Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.