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Love (n.) is recursive. We love because we love.
Love (n.) is the poetry of the senses.
Love (n.) is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.
Love (n.) is a sort of personal religion... we respect another life within ourselves.
Love (n.) is kindled anew for even the most depraved when he sees himself threatened by a rival.
Love (n.) is like the devil... he whom it has in its clutches it surrounds with flames.
Love (n.) is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveals to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
Love (n.) is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Love (n.) is perhaps no more than gratitude for pleasure.
Love (n.) has the virtue of making a man pretty indifferent to anything else.
Love (n.) is self-reflective. Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
Love (n.) is biased and unjust. When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes... when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
Love (n.) is the most melodious of all harmonies.
Love (n.) is the only passion which suffers neither past nor future.
Love (n.) is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.
Love (n.) is the reduction of the universe to the single being, and the expansion of a single being, even to God.
Love (n.) is precisely to the moral nature what the sun is to the earth.
Journalism (n.) is a giant catapult set in motion by pygmy hatreds.
Paris (n.) is where great ideas perish, done to death by a witticism.
Paris (n.) is a place you have to visit regularly in order to really be elegant.
Paris (n.) is a veritable ocean. Take as many soundings in it as you will, you will never know its depth.
Paris (n.) is, like every pretty woman, subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.
Life (n.) is simply what our feelings do to us.
Marriage (n.) is a fight to the death, before which the wedded couple ask a blessing from heaven, because it is the rashest of all undertakings to swear eternal love.
Marriage (n.) is always a combat with the monster that devours everything: Habit.
Marriage (n.) is an institution necessary to the maintenance of society but contrary to the laws of nature.
Marriage (n.) must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: Familiarity.
Marriage (n.) is about loving one's partner as they choose to be loved.
Marriage (n.) is a constant fight against routine, that monster which devours everything.
Marriage (n.) is the enslavement of a woman who must be seated upon a throne.
Marriage (n.) must fight against the all-devouring monster of habit.
Death (n.) is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain... but death is truer death has never forsaken any man.
Happiness's (n.) every moment requires a great amount of ignorance.
Happiness (n.) is dependent on courage and work.
Happiness (n.) often depends upon social hypocrisies to which we will never stoop.
Time (n.) is the only capital of those who just have their intelligence as fortune.
Man (n.) is no match for woman where mischief reigns.