Man has but three events in his life: to be born, to live, and to die. He is not conscious of his birth, he suffers at his death and he forgets to live.
If some persons died, and others did not die, death would be a terrible affliction.
The passion of hatred is so long lived and so obstinate a malady that the surest sign of death in a sick person is their desire for reconciliation.
There are only three events in a man's life birth, life, and death he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.
It's motive alone which gives character to the actions of men.
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.
All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.
They that have lived a single day have lived an age.
All of our unhappiness comes from our inability to be alone.
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.