for a woman knows the face of the man she loves like a sailo... - Honore de Balzac

"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."

"Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside."

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

"And he, like many jaded people, had few pleasures left in life save good food and drink."

"The more one judges, the less one loves."