There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.
Men know so little about us women. We've a weakness, it is true, for those who charm us, but we always come back to those who love us.
Love doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to make a commitment.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another!
Love askes faith, and faith firmenesse.
No woman need fear the effect of absence upon the man who honestly loves her. The needle of the compass, regardless of intervening seas, points forever toward the north. Pitiful indeed is she who fails to be a magnet and blindly becomes a chain.
