For the person who loves God, worship is the daily bread of patience.
Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.
Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.
The best painters, as they progress in reputation and towards perfection, are found to dispense more and more with the technique of the art, for simpler methods. Simplicity never fails to charm.
A grocer is attracted to his business by a magnetic force as great as the repulsion which renders it odious to artists.
It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.
Between the daylight gambler and the player at night there is the same difference that lies between a careless husband and the lover swooning under his lady's window.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
But does not happiness come from the soul within?
Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.
By dint of making sacrifices, a man grows interested in the person who exacts them. Great ladies, like courtesans, know this truth by instinct.
Economized love is never real love.
A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
Priests, magistrates and ladies never quite take off their gowns.
Creole women take after Europe in their intelligence, after the Tropics in the illogical violence of their passions, and after the Indies in the apathetic indolence with which they commit or suffer good and evil.
Nothing is unimportant to a man plunged in despair. He is as credulous as a criminal sentenced to death who listens to a lunatic raving to him about how he can escape through the keyhole.
Today nobility is gone: there is only a peerage.
Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.
Nature endows woman alternately with a particular strength which helps her to suffer and a weakness which counsels her to be resigned.
Woman is stronger by virtue of her feelings than man by virtue of his power.
Un homme n'a jamais pu e lever sa ma|"tresse jusqu'a' lui; mais une femme place toujours son amant aussi haut qu'elle. A man can never elevate his mistress to his rank, but a woman can always place her lover as high as she.
A Creole woman is like a child, she wants to possess everything immediately; like a child, she would set fire to a house in order to fry an egg. In her languor, she thinks of nothing; when passionately aroused, she thinks of any act possible or impossible.
Ah! the soft starlight of virgin eyes.
Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.
Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.
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