La belleza es la promesa de la felicidad - Stendhal

C'est la violente impression du laid sur une âme faite pour aimer ce qui est beau.

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will

Mathilde returned and strolled past the drawing-room windows; she saw him busily engaged in describing to Madame de Fervaques the old ruined castles that crown the steep banks of the Rhine and give them so distinctive a character. He was beginning to acquit himself none too badly in the use of the sentimental and picturesque language which is called wit in certain drawing-rooms.