Strangers are contemporary posterity. [Fr., Les etrangers sont la posterite contemporaine.]

A happy accident.

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

The desire of the man is for the woman, but the desire of the woman is for the desire of the man.

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.