If she will leave but a road full of brambles and sharp stones for me to reach her, must I give up the struggle just because I run the risk by taking her with me, of wounding her charming feet?
I will cure them with my kisses!" "Listen to me! I am not in love; I am an artist.

If I have some peculiar ideas, it is not my fault.

And you, in your character of docile lover, have you decided to yield ?" "Morally." "Very well! after all, you are right.

The science of love resembles those old signs upon which one reads: 'Here, hair is dressed according to one's fancy.' If this angel wishes her hair pulled, do it for her.".