Women, perhaps even require a little hypocrisy.
On the moral plane, true friends enjoy the same protection as the sense of smell confers upon dogs. They scent the sorrow of their friends, they divine its causes, and they clasp it to their minds and hearts.
The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.
Holding this book in your hand, sinking back in your soft armchair, you will say to yourself: perhaps it will amuse me. And after you have read this story of great misfortunes, you will no doubt dine well, blaming the author for your own insensitivity, accusing him of wild exaggeration and flights of fancy. But rest assured: this tragedy is not a fiction. All is true.
Let us leave the cure of public evils to those quacks, the statesmen.
During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.
Several sorts of memory exist in us; body and mind each possesses one peculiar to itself. Nostalgia, for instance, is a malady of the physical memory.
Among fifty percent of your married couples, the husband worries very little about what his wife is doing, provided she is doing all he wishes.
God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.
In Paris, when certain people see you ready to set your foot in the stirrup, some pull your coat-tails, others loosen the buckle of the strap that you may fall and crack your skull; one wrenches off your horse's shoes, another steals your whip, and the least treacherous of them all is the man whom you see coming to fire his pistol at you point blank.
In all lands, sailors form a race apart. They profess a congenital contempt for landlubbers. As for the tradesman, he understands nothing of sailors nor cares a fig about them. He is content to rob them if he can.
Handsome widows, after a twelve-month, enjoy a latitude and longitude without limit.
A married woman is a slave you must know how to seat upon a throne.
Man's condition is horrible because, no matter what form his happiness may take, it arises from some species of ignorance.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.
We do not attach ourselves lastingly to anything that has not cost us care, labor or longing.
What is a child, monsieur, but the image of two beings, the fruit of two sentiments spontaneously blended?
Love is the most melodious of all harmonies.
Sects differ more in name than tenets.
Squeeze marriage as much as you like, you will never extract anything from it but fun for bachelors and boredom for husbands.
If the human heart sometimes finds moments of pause as it ascends the slopes of affection, it rarely halts on the way down.
Power does not consist in striking with force or with frequency, but in striking true.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.
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