Love is a divine law; duty is only a human—nay, only a social—one. That is why love will always triumph over duty; it is the greater of the two.
Lovers are very much like thieves; they proceed very much in the same way, and the same fate eventually awaits them. First, they take superfluous precautions; then by degrees they neglect them, until they forget to take the necessary ones, and they are caught.
A man who has been married enters the kingdom of heaven ex-officio, having served his purgatory on earth; but if he has been married twice he is invariably refused admittance, as the Sojourn of the Seraphs is no place for lunatics.
As long as there is one woman left on the face of the earth, and one man left to observe her, the world will be able to hear something new about women.
A man may be as perfect as you like, he will never be but a rough diamond until he has been cut and polished by the delicate hand of a woman.