Love is the poetry of the senses.

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 may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

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.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom to serve all, but love only one.

A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.

No man should marry until he has studied anatomy and dissected at least one woman.

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.